ending the beginning

I sit in the bar not far from the place where thirteen years ago I stood. The beginning of the end, but neither one of us knew it then.

Thirteen years ago I stood on the shore, my feet dug under the cool sand watching a school of dolphins swimming by. I thought it was a good sign — a good omen — back then. ¬†atlanticocean_moon

I remember clearly the dolphins, the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the sand. I remember wishing you were there standing next to me. Reaching the conclusion that this was right for us. This was the right move. This was our place.

Now — thirteen years later, almost to the day — I’m here to confront the beginning of the end. To let go of all that promise that never came to be — the end where it began.

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