From the edge of San Francisco where the sea meets the shore, I sought her. I spent many days here when I needed to feel her or to press my emotions to the breeze. I wrote of her here from time to time. More often than not, I wrote more words upon my heart and left them on the boulder rising from the sea.
I loved her before she ever knew, because of incidences in my own life, I never told her how I felt, merely danced in her shadows. We became the very best of friends over a two-year period. We spoke over the phone quite often; sharing stories, acting like complete fools and laughing until we cried. Our antics, similar... extraordinarily similar.
When it came time to release my emotions, it was too late... she had found love in a distant land. I vowed to always remain her best friend and support her lest she fall. We continued to speak often on the phone, and we both understood that we would remain the best of friends and I had to learn to smother the flame... This is when the Rock and I became to know each other. I learned much not only about my feelings, but also about the character of the Rock, (I have since named the "Writer's Stone") a discovery that proffered me more understanding than I could have gained from another mortal. Seems that inanimate objects can teach more about ourselves than we learn in a lifetime.
Cher and I have now married, the details between the time I sought refuge on the Rock and our marriage have no strength here, therefore I will refrain from providing explanation, let's just say that from the beginning of time, Cher and I have been Twin Souls and when the stars are right (Scorpio-Capricorn) the only thing that will ever matter is that we needed time to find our way back to each in this present lifetime.
Now her Eastern Shore calls me home, I must leave my beloved City by the Bay in order to take into my arms my beloved wife, Cher. I have gained not only an extraordinary wife and best friend, but an equally extraordinary new daughter, Sara.
I am spending the next few days saying goodbye to this beautiful city. The first place I had to visit was the Writer's Stone amid the ocean. I swam here to write and call unto the East so many times. As I wrote the following letter. I preferred to look upon the majestic boulder from a distance, just to take in all that happened here. This is what I wrote:
From the cliff, just to the side of the Cliff House, I look upon the place of dreams and of hopes to come. The locals call these boulders rising from the sea, "The Seal's Rock", but since I encountered it, I have called it the Writer's Stone.
Today as I look over the sea and toward the Stone, I feel two separate emotions, one of utter joy and the other of sadness. The sadness is not a depth of sadness one would feel at the loss of a loved one, but rather that of saying, "goodbye" to an old familiar friend. You know you will see other again, only you don't know exactly when.
The joy I am feeling is an immeasurable, unspeakable kind of emotion.
