Prompt: begin with phrase, “I am delighted when…” If you get stuck, rewrite the last word you wrote over and over until you can continue. 700 words minimum.

I am delighted when I hear from you, discover places with you that I haven't seen, walking through the plants of wintergreen. I imagine a bright sun and a dark blue sea you are diving into, grabbing golden sand.

When you dive into the sea, everything freezes, the time slows down with this oppressive silence. In my mind, I know only minor time has passed, but I worry for you. You finally come up to the surface and show me the handful of sand you grabbed that has plenty of seashells on it. The sunshine processing in our skin, we notice the sunburns on us; it looks painful, though we don't say anything. Against this hot weather, we care for nothing but contentment.

This is our very first vacation, certainly not the last. I suddenly remember the documentary you mentioned months ago, "My Octopus Teacher". The way you float in the ocean is just like that professional diver I have seen in that documentary. You do your best to stay under the ocean and discover what is under with that limited time of your remaining breath.

Floating in the ocean feels like a three-dimensional forest; it feels like flying and you have all the power of going anywhere you want. We are surrounded by water and there are no other sounds except the water splashes you are making when you dive and come back to the surface back and forth. It feels quite isolated, having no direct communication with others. We both like this feeling a lot. The nature fulfills our soul with so much energy when we are covered by many animals in the ocean.

We have so much energy to give back and show our appreciation to the sea, sun, and the warm sand. There are a few other people enjoying the sea, however we are so far away from them, they look quite small as we keep swimming away. The water temperature almost feels like 10-15 degrees. I shiver as I swim but my body is adapting to the cold. While swimming, I remember you telling me about the benefits of swimming in a cold sea, on our way to the Atlantic Ocean. It reduces stress and gives high endorphins which make us feel good about certain activities. You told me more benefits but due to high heartbeat rate in cold water, I can only remember these.

As I think all of this, I see you keep diving very deep with your huge goggles and making all the bubbles heading to the surface. And while all these are happening, I can only think of you, the way the color of the trees reflects in your eyes looking greener than ever, the way your hair is bleached under the hot sun radiating golden streaks amongst the brunette strands. You are looking like a masterpiece. You worked hard for your abs for the last couple of months, "white chocolate blocks" as I call them. Trust me, they are showing and looking hot.

Your pale skin is starting to tan now. As you inch closer to me with coconut water in hand, I reach my hand out to grab it. It was your first time ever trying coconut water. Yes, the first taste of it might seem strange, a taste hard to describe; it is slightly sweet, completely refreshing, odorless, but has this magical quality of suddenly replenishing all sorts of tiredness or thirst.

I begin to tell you how much I love you and thank you for staying beside me. For letting me completely sink myself into you. For letting me express every inch of my thoughts with you transparently. I ask you every day if you love me. "I love you more," you tell me always. You have no idea how much happiness those words give me. Why do I question every day if you love me more? It is not because I doubt you, it is because I love the way you reply to me. I know you love me deeply. I can tell that from your actions. I keep your voice recordings in my notes and listen to them when you sleep, or when I am on my way somewhere. They are lyrical, better than any music. It is you for me, and me for you.