The End

I laid down on the grass in the park where I grew up. It was a beautiful warm afternoon and I allowed the sun to wash over me.

Laying in the backseat of the car on a 100 mile journey. Music perfection on my headphones as I fall asleep to the gentle rocking of the highway.

I floated in the ocean, eyes closed. I felt oblivion. I existed in rhythm to the earth, present in the moment and ceased to exist outside my eyelids.

Hiking alone in the tall grass. The tops of the reeds tickling my outstretched hands. My fingertips can feel the yellow even with my eyes closed.

I sat in a bar and held a glass of scotch on the rocks. Savored the first sip like it was my only breath of air. Savored it too long until it was watered down and lost its kick.

Drove my motorcycle towards the sunset when the warm of the air was the strongest just before it cooled. Felt forever in the road that stretched out in front of me.

I held his hand as we walked down the beach, the wind in our faces. In the end it was just us two and eternity. Kids we only have for 15 years, if were lucky. But we'll have forever, together.

My happily ever after is created with each sunset. And every morning is once-upon-a-time. Depending on the story I'm telling depends on the moments I share, where I begin and end my story. Only the universe knows where my happily ever after will be, and that is just a blink in her longsighted gaze.