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Epilogue
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Category: Writing and Poetry
"Journeys end in lovers meeting" ~Shakespeare, "Twelfth Night"
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"Is it just me, or is this weird?" I asked, twirling my toes through the white sand.
"Oh, it's definitely weird." He answered. "What's it been? Four years?"
"Five." I looked up at him and had to squint. The sun was just beginning it's descent into the ocean and its rays were hitting me right in the eye.
"Five." He echoed softly. "Wow."
I continued, carefully putting my thoughts into words. "Weird, but somehow, it's not awkward."
He seemed to ponder this for a few minutes. Looking me in the eye, he said "You're right. It's not. And the fact that it's not – that's weird."
I had to laugh. "This is true. I mean – I'm not quite sure what to say. What I should do. But there's no sense of unease. Does that make sense? A trite 'how've you been?' seems silly and yet – I'm not sure where to begin. Ya know?"
He smiled at me and I felt the butterflies in my stomach start to rise. It was as though the past five years spent apart melted away and I had just seen him yesterday. "I do know."
"Of course you do." I returned his smile and wondered if he was feeling the same things I was.
"Five years, but the connection remains intact." He took a step closer to me but stopped just short of being within an arm's reach.
I nodded, shielding my eyes from the slowly setting sun. "I uh. . . " I paused, unsure how to continue. "I always assumed - and yes, I know, I shouldn't assume I hate to do that but I did assume - that the connection would remain intact. Always. I swear there were times when I could hear you thinking over the years. Sound crazy?" My heart was pounding. I knew to anyone else this admission would sound totally nuts. But this wasn't anyone else. This was him. He was the one person who might possibly understand what I was conveying.
His eyes, rimmed by dark lashes, never left mine as he answered. "Not at all. Wait." He paused. "I mean, it does sound crazy. But it's the kind of crazy I get. I know what you mean – I've felt the same way."
The rush of relief I felt at his answer weakened my knees. "Oh, wow." I said. "That's good. To know I'm not crazy – at least not crazy in a way different from you." I laughed again, realizing how bizarre this conversation was. "I don't mind being crazy by the rest of the world's standards – I actually prefer that. But you – well, your opinion always did mean a bit more to me." I glanced downward again, feeling slightly embarrassed.
In a low voice he said "I know." A silence fell between us, but it was brief. "So, have we gotten enough pleasantries out of the way? Can I have a hug yet or what?"
I quickly looked up at him, my smile intact. "You can have all the hugs you want – and anything else for that matter." I closed the gap between us and stepped into his arms. The feel of him against me again was like coming home.
We stood, our arms wrapped around each other for several seconds before he whispered in my ear "You know I'll be taking you up on that. The anything else." He clarified.
His breath, warm against my ear, made me tingle. Turning my head slightly I whispered back "I'm counting on it."
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And they lived happily ever after.
The End.
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