The room was dark, the only thing that was shedding light other than recent events was her cigarette, a faint glow appeared amidst the thick darkness with every puff. She had done it, she had told her love to go, the end had finally arrived and her heart was now free, or was it? It pained her greatly to find out that he wanted to leave, he did not fight her, just calmly agreed to part. She wanted at least one tear, one sight, something to confirm that her time with him was at least meaningful. She was happy she was now free, but she was hurt that he didn't try to keep her. But alas, it was a parting meant to be and long overdue, yet it still pained her that he didn't cry... or at least ask her to stay. The reality of it was that he didn't want her anymore, he didn't know what he wanted and he wasn't sure if it was her.
She sat there thinking of their conversation merely hours before, she chuckled to herself explaining him in her mind with the only analogy that made sense. She loved him like a sailor loves the sea and you can love it all you want to, but it will always be wild and untamed, it will never love you back, it will flow on forever... with or without you, it will always move on. In the end you cannot blame the sea, for it only did what it was in it's very nature to do. You can only blame yourself, for that rugged nature that now breaks your heart was the same reason you fell in love with it in the first place. She will always remember him like the ocean, a wild thing, a beautiful disaster waiting to happen.
As he sailed away she smiled, remembering the times that they had had... and she knew that he was never coming back. She prepared her ship to leave and sailed off into the sunset. It was a beautiful sunset full of promise, it was a sailors sky... because of this she knew that tomorrow would be better than today. It was as if God painted the sky just for her, giving her a sign that it was an ending... merely a beginning of new things.
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There are 2.5 billion sailing men on the earth... ok most are landlubbers... but still... the princess should keep her sails unfurled and gathering wind until the tides turn down again then and only then, rest lightly along the shore.
One sailing man among many, will once and for all, hang his sailors cap upon her door. In the meantime there will be many a sandy footprint to be swept from the cabin floor.
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