"i never did realize how lonely the dark could be," you say matter-of-factly, your tone of voice somewhat ruined by the spherical drop of water running down your cheek.
"i guess i'm just not used to it. it never was dark with you here," you continue, brow furrowing and fingers twisting. you dip your toes in the icy seawater, and allow shivers to run up your spine.
you pull your jacket tighter around you and walk on, toes pushing on sand and the moonlight kissing stray strands of hair. as you stop to fiddle with a shell on the ground with your big toe, you spy a shimmering, green bottle bobbing up and down in the water. reaching out as far as you can without getting wet, you manage to hook a finger around its neck and pull it in.
washing sand off the bottle and drying it, you settle yourself down upon a rock and play with the grooves. "wouldn't it be nice to be able to bottle up love? i'd have bottled up yours so i wouldn't be missing your love so very much right now."
you prop the bottle up by you, and wrap an arm around your knees. "i'd bottle my love up. i'd leave it on the sidewalk, open, so when people jostle around, they'll knock it over, and my love will overspill." you like the idea of your love warming people's hands up when winter burns them with cold.
"i wouldn't bear to see that bottle spill," a warm voice says, and your heart speeds up a little. an arm winds around your shoulders, and lips press a tender kiss to your cheek.
"the love in there is much too precious," he finishes, laying his forehead against your temple, and you make an impatient noise as you waits for a proper kiss. when you finally manage to get his lips on yours, you thinks that maybe the dark isn't so bad after all.