Will she be there?
﻿As I stroll down the narrow path, I inhale the salty mist in the air. My bare feet feel chalky and cold. I hear seagulls chirping in the distance, as an ominous storm approaches from the south. It's not an ideal afternoon for a swim, but I'm not here for that intent. I made a promise, and a promise... is a promise.
Midway down the path, while witnessing the fury of crashing waves upon the rocks. A shadowy doubt flashes through my mind, "Will she be there when I turn the corner? Is she as committed as I?"
The fear of uncertainty causes my heart to palpitate. As I near the bottom of the trail, my inner voice begins to lecture me. "You fool, when will you learn to trust me?" My response, "I do trust you, but I'm hoping it can be different this time!" Intuition, "When you've learned to trust and believe? There will be nothing you cannot have or achieve."
I suddenly stopped and thought for a moment. Turned around, and walked back up the trail. That's when I realized, I didn't have to turn the corner to see... I already knew. -J.B.

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