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We both needed that trip. We needed to fish, to be in the ocean, to hear the waves speak to us, to get away from reality if even for a week. We needed to realize just how far we drifted apart. And we knew it was going to be the end.

We both were probably the happiest we’d been in months. But not because of each other. And we knew it was going to be the end.

We returned, a little more energized and a little more broken than before. In some ways we believed the lie that we could fix it. In other ways we embraced the hard truth that we couldn’t. This trip made it all come crashing to our doorstep. And we knew it was going to be the end.

So we took the plunge, holding our breath. Me gasping for air between sobs, you holding it in. The time had come and it was a long time coming as much as neither of us wanted to admit. And we knew it was going to be the end.

And the end came, quickly in some ways, at a glacial pace in others. But it came. And I realized it was ok. It was the end of us but the beginning of you and the beginning of me. And we knew the end was paving the way for an even better start.

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