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What a hopeless romantic. How silly to think he’d be waiting for her on that bench. Did she really think it would happen that way, like in the movies? That somehow he’d remember this date– even ten years later–as if drawn by some powerful force?
But, the bench was empty.
She sat on it, alone. Closing her eyes, she listened to the sound of the ocean coming ashore and leaving, coming ashore and leaving, as though he was whispering to her.
As the sand lets go of the sea, you must let go of me.