📍Nusa Penida Diamond Beach, 🇮🇩 We met in the most likely of all places, in a summer evening, outside a cute cafe adorned by two trees and a white swing.
I had just finished my yoga lesson with three beautiful women that I met that day. I was covered in sticky black sand after getting lost on the beach for an hour and unintentionally crashed into a wedding, you were clean-shaven, I can smell your cologne from across the space we shared when you sat down on the table next to me.
You were smiling at how I was getting the sand off my back with a menu. I paused, smiled back politely. I couldn’t help but notice your beautiful being.
I hesitated and asked if you were dining by yourself. You hesitated and took up my invitation to come over.
You were a successful and polished New Yorker with a eye-candied body that took me to your wooden colonial decor ‘haven’ for a midnight swim.
I was a lost girl from London looking for my soul, surrounding myself with a bunch of flat broke backpackers.
Of all the beautiful women that night, you chose me. And I chose you to be the guy that gave me a scooter ride back; my yellow dress glowing in the Bali sun.
As I walked barefoot on the pebbles and grass at the break of dawn to my yoga shala, I could hear the sound of the waves crashing, and from a distance, I could still see the shape of you, chasing the next big waves...