Film Reel

These images in my head are starting to make me nauseous. And lightheaded. At the same time. I can see a picture, multiple photographs, snap shots of a life that I wish was mine.
His arms are around her waist. He wears a white and gray striped button-down, the cufss rolled up to display his muscular arms, and khaki pants. Her hands cover his. She is dressed in a blue dressed dotted sporadically with green and purple flowers, a belt showing off her figure. She leans back against his chest and their cheeks are pressed together. Their faces reflect the bright sunlight shining down on them, glowing and happy smiles, love etched in ever line of them.
The next frame shows initials in the sand: M.H. + M.S., handprints next to the letters. They both know how cheesy this sign of affection is, but neither can resist it in the moment. They sit side by side, hands in laps, gazing at each other.
The ocean glimmers with the fading sunlight in the next shot, shining both orange and deep blue. They stand out in the water letting the waves crash against their legs, hands clasped, their faces turned out to sea, towards the unseen future.
Their foreheads touch. Her arms are wound around his neck. The smile on his face is more beautiful than 100 Sistine Chapels, 1000 perfect sunrises and a lifetime of rainbows combined.
The final frame shows the two of them laying on their sides in the sand, arms around each other, lips touching, both smiling, sand stuck to their skin. They are incandescently happy.
Oh, how I want that. It keeps playing over and over in my head. With this one man...