To the couple in Cal Anderson final summer time,
I used to be sitting on the bench close to yours, crying from the worst heartbreak and disappointment of my life. My wedding ceremony band in hand, passing by my fingers—a relic of damaged goals.
You didn’t intervene, but I nonetheless felt seen by you each. Your pleasure on the final good climate, pleased canine, and love for one another was palpable, exuding heat.
In some way, with the ability to sit close to you soothed me. You acknowledged my presence however didn’t communicate to me. I felt so alone—but in that second, not deserted by this metropolis. For should you haven’t cried in public in Seattle, are you able to say you’ve lived?
I nonetheless take into consideration you each, these months later. I actually hope you proceed to really feel the love for one another that was obvious to me—so evident, and in distinction to my very own despair. For even in my darkest moments, your love served as a reminder of brighter days.
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