Sometimes, I day dream about him, the boy with eyes like mine and ***** blond hair, and the different moments I wish we could experience. One of these moments begins with waves crashing against large rocks, the sun is high, it’s hot and birds are flying above us. We’re under a big yellow umbrella, on towels placed parallel to each other.  He lies on his back with his eyes closed, his left arm covering his face, while his right grasps my own. I’m seated with my knees pulled close to my chest switching between watching the ocean kiss the shore, playing with the sand and admiring the smile playing on his lips. It’s a sweet day.