At 67, I Took My First Vacation to Malta and Decided to Say 'Yes' to Everything – I Never Expected to Find Love Again
David had lied.
Michael had lied.
But the boat ride had still happened.
The sea had still been blue.
I had eaten octopus despite being terrified of it.
I had danced badly in a square while strangers clapped.
Those moments belonged to me.
No man had created them.
At the airport, I found David sitting near the check-in desks.
He did not approach.
A small paper bag rested beside him.
When I walked closer, he stood.
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"I brought your book," he said.
I had left it at the restaurant.
"Thank you."
He handed it to me.
No flowers.
No speech.
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