One day you and I will watch the sunrise together. I will take your hand in mine and confess to you every secret I’ve ever kept. I will likely cry quietly from a strange, crushing sadness and resignation as the sunlight reflected by the ocean dances off your hair and face, as the wind blows the sand around our ankles, as the waves crash their rolling melody. I will kiss you chastely, touch your cheek, and smile. I hope it fools you by reaching my eyes. I think that will be our last day.
