Beginning, middle, and end. They are the three parts of every story but don't necessarily happen in that order. Ours is living proof because our story happened backwards.
We are running down the same road without looking back or anywhere around us, leaving everything behind. We don't have a shirt or a pen in our luggage, just memories we wish to change. Not allowing the crash of the tsunami to drown us, we run to the ends of the earth. We passed street side by side, and as we catch our breath we saw each other's eyes and true enough when they said "there is always a rainbow after the rain" we didn't realize as we ran together that we survived the disaster.
We have learned to surf with the waves and go with the current. We have enjoyed the cold breeze and embrace the silence. We took photographs of the smiles we never found and kept the seashells of memories close to our hearts. We found peace in the gushes of wind and the swaying of the trees. We fell for the ocean and the person we're with.
The sun settled and the moon rises. We have found out that it is not the ocean we love but it became our salvation; we pushed ourselves to drown with it. The seashells found its way back to the sand and the turtles found their way back to the ocean. As they did, we found our way home and ours are of different structures. As the sun comes up now, we found our lost hearts and troubled souls. We are whole again. We found what we have lost and lost what we have found. Yet we are happy.
Beginning, middle, and end. The ending was our beginning and the beginning was us ending.