In addition to the awesome Dark Knight trailers I posted, I'm going to the beach tonight. It's always kind of sad, going back to where her and I began. Knowing that's where we spent a lot of our time in the opening months of the relationship, I sometimes look out to the sand and try to pinpoint where we shared our first kiss. Had things not turned out the way they did, it was where I wanted to eventually propose to her. It was where I wanted to take her to celebrate the second anniversary. It meant a lot.
The good thing though is that seeing as I'm a resilient Jersey kid, it's where I will begin again. I've missed the beach for a while, and I'm going to try and start going more. She doesn't own the sand, the waves, or the salty sea air. She only inhabits my memories that are triggered by them. And just like a sandcastle, or a proclaimation of love scratched out in the surf, it'll all be washed away. Ready for me to build something newer, better, and more exciting. But for now, I'll try to remember it all fondly when I go, instead of letting it hurt me. At this point, I can't be hurt. I'm made of much stronger stuff than that. In a way I should thank her for that, but I can't. Not after what she did. After everything that happened, karma is the only thing she deserves. Which means I have no hand in it at all. The universe takes care of its own. I have more important things to do with my life than worry about her. I have some rennovating to complete.
There will be no comfort for the enemy. Tonight, I take back the beach.