I should have listened to you from the beginning. I often forget that sometimes, you know me better than I know myself. Regrets. What ifs. I was filled with those.
If I asked for your opinion first, Divina might not have returned. Then we would still be together. If I listened to you, maybe we would still be spending evenings at the back porch of our home. Those what ifs and regrets consume me simply because I miss you.
I miss listening to your voice when you hum random tunes when the thunder rumbles or the rain falls too hard. My fear for the rain and thunder, even when you hate the heat, placed our home under eternal summer. I miss talking to you. I miss having you in my life.
Life has to move on as much as I loathe it to. My life without you has to start somewhere. It started and ended with the therapy.
I'm saying goodbye to you that shared my life and my mind. I'm saying goodbye to the artworks that you could have created. I'm saying goodbye but it will not be eternal.
See you soon,
Maine
She closed her diary and set it down beside her. Leaning back on her elbows, she closed her eyes to feel the breeze that blows from the sea.
"You just cannot not have me in your life, can you?"
Her smile was wide when she heard his voice but only nodded in response.
"One way or another, you would have come back," she replied. "Because I am you."
~THE END~
