Walking along the western shore of a barrier island, toes in
the sand, holding hands, a man and a woman toast the sunset then quietly
contemplate the horizon as it turns red, gold, brown, blue, yellow and magenta. Standing on the eastern beach the next
morning, toes in the sand, holding hands and coffee cups, they quietly
contemplate the rising sun as it paints a new picture of a day full of promise.
Who is she? Who is
he? Are they real? Is she already in his life or in some fantasy
future? Does he know how lucky he is to
have her? Does she know how lucky she is
to have him? Are past heartaches,
heartbreaks and drama what made these present moments possible? Is lingering fear a barrier to future moments
like these?
The idealistic fantasy each has of an ideal mate blocks the
possibility that what they each really want or need is already right in front
of them.
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