The Sixth Goodbye
It was just the right amount of sweetness without being too much.
I took a small bite and rested my head on Ethan’s shoulder while listening to the laughter and chatter of our friends and family. My mind wandered back to the snowy night at the arctic observatory many years ago, when I stared at the aurora, thinking I would never find love again.
As it turned out, once the wrong person walked away, the right person would come along with so much love that it would take all your pain away.
The sun filtered through the church’s stained glass, painting vibrant shadows across the floorboards. I held Ethan’s warm hand, knowing the path ahead of me was clear and bright.