Walking Away

“I know not what Love means to you or for that matter to the countless other yous who I may have met or might meet. I know what Love means to me. And when that love is challenged I know I will do whatever it takes to protect it. That’s the kind of person I am, someone who would always stand up for what I believe in, stand up for what I commit to, stand up for what I think is important ………………
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…………………………………………………………………………… I believe in happy endings. And these don’t necessarily have to be the fairy tale happy endings. They don’t necessarily mean “and they lived together happily ever after” sometimes it means “and they lived apart happily ever after”.

I look back at all the times that we have shared and I smile. I move on because I know I was true to myself and therefore to you. I lived up to all that I promised myself and therefore to you. I would do all that I did all over again if I had to.”

So she ended her letter on that note, rolled it and put it in a bottle. She stood on the deck gazing at the sea and wondered... She looked at him in the distance talking to somebody and felt her heart skip a beat, amazed that she still felt this way. He looked at her, acknowledged her presence and held her glance. She could see his eyes and the way he looked at her. She raised a toast to him, to them and tossed the bottle into the vast expanse below. With that done and a smile on her face, she walked away to an unknown but certain future.