Totally emptying my wine after you asked me so many times to pour water into it.
Time and time again, I remember that this moment was about us. But for some reason, it wasn't about us. It was about your moment, your speech that made it ours.
Now, sitting here after countless moments in the land of Greece, I realize this island wasn't with you. It was with me.
I am sitting by the sea, and I have so much to explore, yet I sit here while your ghost still hangs around, dancing in the sunshine, your dark skin reflecting the light.
I was humbled by your beautiful silhouette, and I felt blessed.
Now it's my turn to dance with the sea and find the voice within me, wondering how poison felt so sweet at that moment.
Thank you for that experience...my long lost old friend.
