Regret, Love and the Sea
I sit here looking out at the sea thinking about all that ‘could have been’ in these 89 years. And I can’t help but wonder why he and I met and why I stopped looking for him. He was everything I wanted: stable, kind, handsome, a great career…He was perfect, in my eyes anyway, he always was.
Maybe I should have searched harder, hired that private investigator which I entertained more than once. But something always held me back, it was as if there was an invisible block there and I couldn’t push past it…And I still don’t understand it.
I guess I thought he would come find me; he said he would, but he never came.
I should have done what I’m about to do a long time ago. Hindsight is always in 20/20: And if I had known I’ll be sitting here at this age, I would have done this 40 years ago when I last saw him.
Anyway…10 more minutes to look out at the troubled sea before I head back. I have enough pills now and a large bottle of rum to wash them down with.
And after all these years of pain… I’ll finally have my peace and closure.
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Picture prompt thanks to ‘Sunday Photo Fiction’ here