Warm, balmy breezes blow over my face as I sit there on the sand and stare at the ocean looking for the answer and the strength to make that decision.
He will be here soon. If I am sitting with my back to the boardwalk, he is just to walk away. I don’t want a goodbye scene.
Do I love him? Enough? Enough to give up everything here I have ever known?
I hear him call my name softly, I pause briefly, and just as he is turning away to leave I sprint across the beach and into his arms.
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