Promises of the past

There are beaches and sunsets where you want to promise something eternal – love, life, yourself. And everything looks real, and everything seems so easy.

But the next day comes – gray, with worries, far from the ocean, far from yesterday’s promise – and we forget everything.

And the next time we will come here again – alone or with someone –  the chest will start hurting. In a place where the sun was once so wonderful.

© Fortune, 2009