"What are you afraid of?"
He asked me as I closed my eyes and listened peacefully to the sound of the waves crashing the shore.
"Regrets," I answered, as I took a deep breath, opened my eyes and met his gaze.
"Then go out there and do something about it.
You want to be a writer? Write away your fears and publish it.
You don't want to live in the city? You hated the traffic and noisy cars – go and build a house in some far away town with a hundred people for a population.
You want to go on camping? You've always loved the idea of sleeping under the stars – pack up your sleeping bag and get lost in some woods somewhere.
You want to fall in love? Fall for someone who reads the same books as you, who will love you – you and your late night thoughts, 2:00 AM dramas, insecurities and flaws.
God, I don't know. Just . . . go. Take that leap of faith and believe that he's waiting on the other side. "
His eyes glimmered with hope and his face looked so full of courage and certainty that I had to look away.
I didn't answer. I couldn't. If I do, I might end up losing him again. And I'd rather have him here, just like this, than ruin the night.
For the city lights looked so bright, and the ocean so peaceful, and him so brave, and us so perfect – that I almost believed, maybe. . .
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