Nearly had month had passed since my transformation and I was finally beginning to adapt to my new surroundings…on the bottom of the ocean floor.
Learning how to swim with a tail proved to be difficult for me at first…trying to navigate was truly a pain. I can’t even count on one hand how many times I ended up tangled up in clumps of seaweed. But at least I had Marina there to help me through it all. And lucky for me, my wife had the patience of a saint. While we’re collecting kelp for our dinner, I glance over at her and my heart swells. I’m a very lucky guy, indeed. I reach out and tuck a strand of her bright red hair behind her ear, causing her to smile bashfully at me. I grin back at her and let out a sigh of content. I seem to fall more and more for her every single day that we’re together…if that’s even remotely possible.
She swims ahead of me then and leaves me to my thoughts. I’m remembering what my life was like a year and a half ago…back when I had nothing. My parents had disowned me. I was broke, jobless, and about to be evicted from my apartment. It was a rough time for a young guy trying to make a life for himself in a dead-end town. But those days are far behind me now and I have a lot to be thankful for. I have a beautiful wife. A family. A home. A sense of belonging.
I swim to catch back up with Marina and as I wrap my hand around hers and squeeze her fingers gently, I’m hit with an epiphany…I realize that when you love someone so much that you’d give up the very air that you breathe to be with them…then there’s really nothing that can keep you apart.
Not even an ocean.