Giving in to the Ocean

I watched the water hit the rocks but my mind was in another world. She was still the only thing in my thoughts. I missed the loving words I used to hear in her melodic voice. Now all I could hear was “This isn't going to work.” Those words stabbed me every time they played in my head. I had begged her not to leave, I even tried bargaining, but her decision was made. After three and a half years those words and this pain were all she left me with. She denied there was anyone else but I know she was lying. For weeks she had been acting differently, I just hadn't noticed until she told me she was leaving.1

The ocean breeze was not helping me as I had hoped it would. The crash as the waves hit usually changed my focus, not tonight. Her eyes, which had always been so lively and loving, now appeared cold as I pictured her face. I started to cry as I reached into my pocket. The ring I had kept with me for weeks, trying to work up the nerve, no longer meant anything. I wanted to throw it angrily but I could barely bring myself to drop it into the water.2

Standing up, I decided to head home. I had been delaying it but I knew I would eventually have to drag myself back to the apartment that was so full of reminders. I probably would have stayed out all night but I knew the whimpering doing that was sitting so loyally by my side this whole time was hungry. She looked at me sadly as I gently tugged her leash, signaling that it was time to go.After eating she would go to sleep, I envied her ability to do both. Eventually she'd realize mommy wasn't coming home but tonight she was blissfully unaware.