We'll Always Find Our Way Back To Each Other

​I closed the dressing room door and set my phone on the table.

"It's started," I said.

​Sam looked up from the script.

"What happened now?"

​I showed him the screen. An obscure post buried in a corner of the internet. A rumor blog. An alleged certificate. A wedding. A husband who had never existed in my life.

​Sam read in silence. Then he let out a bitter laugh.

"So, they chose England."

​I nodded.

"Of course they did. If they were going to fabricate a marriage, it had to be there. Far enough away that no one could easily check the facts, yet familiar enough for everyone to say, 'Oh, right... anyone can get a copy over there.'"

​Silence fell between us.

"They didn't need an actual marriage," Sam said at last. "They just needed people to believe it existed."

​I sat in front of the mirror.

"People think lies come out of thin air. They don't. They're built. First, a document with no clear source appears. Then a blog publishes it. Another quotes it. Next, a magazine says, 'according to reports.' After a few months, nobody remembers what the original source was. All that remains is the repetition."

​He set the script down on the table.

"A lie repeated a thousand times begins to look like official record."

​"Exactly."

​I looked at the screen once more. It didn't hurt that strangers believed it. It hurt knowing someone had engineered that story with the precision of a marketing campaign. Not to convince me. To convince the world.

​"And what about us?" Sam asked.

​I looked at him. We had learned years ago that some truths survive only because those who share them choose to protect them. I took his hand.

​"We stay us. That's the one thing they'll never be able to write."

​Sam smiled.

"Then let them publish all the papers they want."

​I turned off the phone. The sound of rain beating against the window felt infinitely more real than any document anyone could ever manufacture.

Article 28 July 2026

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Art Travel Journal! London/Scotland #30

Glencoe, Scotland

For any Outlander, Rob Roy, other Scottish book/movie fans out there, you know that feeling you get where you just want to go back in time to ancient Scotland? You're in luck. I don't think ancient Scotland ever left this country. It's still here in every glen, stream, and waterfall.

Can you believe I have 30 of these pages done now?! Woohoo!

Crieff Hydro Hotel? Cameron House?

However far away

I will always love you

However long I stay

I will always love you

Whatever words I say

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There was indeed a Radiology International Conference being held at Gleneagles at that time:

And last but not least:

Now at the age of 46 and at the crossroads of life…. Most of his friends are married with families. Does he think he needs to conform?? I don’t think he’s the marrying kind. And that’s OKAY. Some people don’t require that in their life.

So enter in a woman with child who seems willing and able to “complete” him. I’m sure he loves the company, but his actions don’t match up. Being distant towards her in public is not nice for her or his image. He probably will commit. I just see him grabbing at thrills of attention and keeping a harrowing schedule. I wish him peace.

I miss the young actor that loved making his dream come true and relishing in it. The smile was genuine. This man I no longer recognize nor want to. It’s like watching a fire.