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Seattle, WA

May 17th, 2021

Eight minutes.

This is one of those moments when you check your watch every few seconds thinking that a minute has passed and then find out that it’s only been ten seconds or so. I’m more nervous than I’ve ever been in my life, and that’s saying something.

What if she comes to tell me that she’s found someone else? What if she’s married? What if this is just one big hoax?

I can’t say that it would be since she doesn’t remember me, my hope won’t let me look down that particular avenue, not yet. Instead it keeps blocking some avenues of thought and allowing me to fully traverse others at my leisure. Perhaps it’s fun for the human mind to torture itself in a way to get the adrenaline spiking. It’s a cruel joke that we’re allowed to think of so many different things at once sometimes.

Seven minutes.

Will she show up? I keep asking myself this as I stand here looking in all directions save for straight ahead. I’m pretty sure she’s not going to come bursting out of the waters in front of me like some enchanted mermaid, but my mind seems to be preparing me for such an eventuality just for having imagined such a thing, my dreamgirl dripping wet as she makes her way from the watery depths…

Wait, I see someone. Is this her? She’s the right height, she’s a she as far as I can tell, and she’s coming this way. All of a sudden my heartbeat is quickening, though she’s still an easy four to five hundred yards off. You might wonder how I can possibly tell that the form is female, but at this point my eyes are wide open and I could probably see a mouse scurrying off from such a distance. Of course that’s an exaggeration, but as the figure, the only figure on the beachfront at this point, continues to walk forward, long hair shining in the sunlight as it’s blown behind her and to the side, I can almost see her smiling.

“On that day” I whisper to myself, hoping against hope that today is that day.

The End

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