i remembered, the other night, why i didnt go to key west.

it was because we would be alone.

i said it was because i had obligations, and i did, but that's never stopped me before.

so close to the beach, so close to the water that doesnt stand still, so close to her.

i pictured nights, under the stars, knowing no one but her.

laying on a towel, feet buried under sand, watching ships off in the distance.

the quietness, the lonely togetherness, combined with the ache.

it would all be too much.

and so i didnt go.

she went, alone.