we knew our romance had an expiration date, after all, he did belong to another country.
we didn't see the harm of rushing into "love" because he'd be gone before either of us had to be realistic.

one summer day we went to the beach. our hands' held one another tight while we jumped into the waves and rolled in the sand.

at day's end we quietly watched the sun sink into the ocean.
he was matter-of-fact when he broke the silence and said, "this is the way people meet, fall in love, and spend the rest of their lives together. these are the types of hardships love must overcome. this is our story and we'll be telling it to our children someday."

i hope he remembers his promises.