Regret, Love and the Sea

Genre: Tragedy

 

A line of benches overlooking the sea
A line of benches overlooking the sea

 

 

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

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10 thoughts on “Regret, Love and the Sea

          1. Oh dear, I hope you will come out of it. Think about writing a happy story and write it. I think that will help you pull out of it. In fact, write a “fun” happy story. ๐Ÿ™‚

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          2. Hmm…Good plan…I shall think on that. But seriously don’t want to commit to anything like I kind of did on Monday which didn’t work out so well. I’m gonna go with ‘whatever comes to mind’ ๐Ÿ™‚

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