At Waters Edge

As I walked along the beach with the tide coming in, I saw all chances at love wash out into the the sea. I watched as the gulls swarmed over and picked at my hopes and dreams. I felt the rain freeze the heat that had just began to warm my icy skin. The raging wind knocked down the walls that I had built around me. I was left standing at the cold waters edge vulnerable and stripped bare.

The news was brought to me today, and although I am not all together surprised, I am just crushed to hear it. Captain Frederick Wentworth, the man I have compared every other to (and all having come up short) is to marry Louisa Musgrove. But what was I to expect? That he would come back after eight years of separation, the past forgiven, and swear to me his undying love? No, it is not what i ever expected, but what i secretly wished.

I stand her with a broken heart. The rain gently weeping for me. For I will have to journey back to the rest of the group, journey back to him. My tears I save for my pillow and the darkness, never to let another see. I am not mad or jealous, but only frustrated with myself not choosing love when I have the chance. A smile I shall wear for all to see, but a crushed heart I shall carry alone.