Beach Girl insisted that we go to the beach. The same beach we were at, a long, long time ago.
And we did.
And we sat, exactly were we had sat that time.
And, once again, she spoke:
Beach Girl: Have you ever loved anyone?
Me: I...I'm not sure...
Beach Girl: I think I loved you, a long, long time ago.
I started to fear that everything would happen again. I had an unusually hard time trying to find the right words. And I couldn't. Me: I...guess...
Beach Girl: And I think I'm starting to feel the same way again. You are everything I had been waiting for.
Beach Girl: You?
Me: I think I had never felt this way before. The way I feel about you.
She smiled, and I was able to breathe again. Beach Girl: Well, that's a good start.
We stayed at the beach until the sun was gone, and as we stared into the moonlit ocean, I couldn't help feeling that someone had given me the chance to go back, and take the other road. The right one.
I've been feeling as if everything is finally falling together. Every little piece of my life seems to fit.
I went with Beach Girl to see Matrix Reloaded, and after it ended and I was taking her home, I kept thinking about the same scene:
Neo: But if you already know, how can I make a choice?
The Oracle: Because you didn't come here to make a choice, you've already made it. You're here to try to understand why you made it.
And I thought that somehow, me being there, driving my car, in that street, in this city, in the frozen south, that somehow, it made sense.
And she looked at me and smiled. She didn't say a word, and it wasn't necessary. That's where we were supposed to be, and I'm pretty sure we didn't really have a choice.