Feeling lonely and a little desperate after a fight over the phone with my boyfriend back home, I decided to drive to Santa Monica Pier. I brought my jacket and a book and I sat down on one of the benches on the sidewalk overlooking the colorless water. It was so cold that day that I didn’t feel like I was in California anymore.
My hands shivered as I turned the pages of my book and after several attempts to concentrate, I gave up. I ran to the shore and took off my shoes. The water was cold, but my feet welcomed the sensation. I closed my eyes and thought of my lover far away.
He was tired of waiting for me and I was tired of coming up with reasons for him to wait. He promised, but everyone knows that promises are nothing but words spoken with a certain level of sincerity at a precise moment. Once that moment passed, anything can happen.
A weird nudging interrupted my little moment of thoughtfulness. I opened my eyes and saw the cutest little dog by my feet, looking up at me with glee. This dog thinks I’m special, I thought. This dog thinks I’m worth waiting for. I took the ball from his mouth and threw it as far as I could. It deserved all of my energy. He picked me specifically out of all the others that day and I wanted to thank him for it.
I ran back to where I left my shoes and picked them up. I dried my feet and put on my shoes and I walked to the nearest coffee shop for a drink. I decided I’d make a phone call later that day and I was sure of what I wanted to say.
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