We sat at a table overlooking the water. The setting sun filled the air with fire, licking the edges of the cafe's tables and chairs. But on such a beautiful evening your eyes were filled with tears. Your marriage was disintegrating. The man you loved, and still love, treats you more like an enemy than a friend.
When dreams die, we die with them... a part of us anyway.
There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for you. You know that. But I couldn't say the magic words to make your marriage better, though by God if I knew them, I swear I would.
I remember when you were a little girl, how the joy used to shine from your eyes like sunbeams from heaven. I remember the way you laughed and crinkled up your nose. Now I look at you and watch the tears stream from those eyes and drip from the end of your nose. Knowing what I know now would I have tried to stop your marriage? It's an impossible thought, a useless one. I shake my head. Looking at the water I'm filled with the need to do something for you, anything, but I stay quiet.
After you say goodbye and return home I remain at our table. The water is darker now and the lights along the harbourfront are on. A cool breeze begins to blow across the bay.
Dreams die. Oh my heart was breaking for you.
All those dreams you had for your marriage have faded like the setting sun, only there will be no rising the next day. But, and I am filled with a sliver of growing hope at the thought, the sun will rise on other possibilities, brand new possibilities! You'll love again and have new dreams.
Rising to my feet I am elated. Yes, I know you will thrive and be happy once more. I've made up my mind to do something for you that very night. After returning to our home I'll sign the divorce papers and hand them to you myself.
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