I am older now. My day in the sun is over. I am sitting on the shoreline watching the sun set over the horizon, reflecting.
I had a good time for the most part. I laughed, I cried, I leaned. But it could have been better. I can't go back to the dawn and start again, and I regret that. The sun is rising elsewhere now.
I regret that I didn't appreciate the sun while it shone on me, but most of all I regret that I didn't truly understand the phrase, I love you. Turns out, it doesn't mean what even the speaker thinks most of the time.
Usually, what should have been said is, I love how you make me feel about myself, or I love your body more than any other in the vicinity at present. I reflect that these things are nice too, and may have been worth my time and attention, but I now feel like an ass that someone got the better of me.
I am putting a message in a bottle and tossing it with the setting sun on the horizon for someone else's dawn to tell them that of all the things I learned, this is the thing I most wish I had known.
