and you sit there for a minute, watching the tide pull further and further away as the water rolls gently onto the shore, and the sun drops further and further behind the sea, and then the final sliver of sunlight is gone. and so is john.
when someone leaves your life, those exits are not made equal. some are beautiful and poetic and satisfying. others are abrupt and unfair. but most are just unremarkable, unintentional, clumsy.
and for me to know even a single day of love, is a gift that i never thought i would be lucky enough to have - and i will not squander it hoping for more. i will not spoil it hoping for more. it was beautiful for what it was.