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  • It had been a really random, but fun evening up until the point we stumbled by this sign, ignoring the warning. The sand was so soft and the beach was lit only by a couple of street lamps. All the sound around us was drown out by the roar of the waves rolling in.

    The four of us, comprised of my best friend of many years and really barely more than two strangers we'd known for less than 30 hours. Somehow, this place made us all forget about that fact and that we all had lives in different cities that none of the rest of us knew about. What did we care? In 3 days we were all headed separate ways, back to our own lives - even my best friend and I lead very separate lives, sometimes not even exchanging an email for months. There was a freedom about that, I suppose, that allowed us to be more open in that moment.

    I threw my purse, shoes, and glasses in the sand and took off running to the ocean. I waded in only up to my ankles and soaked in the experience of not worrying about work, or my house, or who's expectations I hadn't met yet that day. Enjoying the moment of solitude, I was completely oblivious anyone from our group had followed me until I was tackled, fully dressed, into the water. I remember it in slow motion, with the slow realization that maybe I could prevent this to nope, no way, I'm getting completely soaked in salt water. He pulled me out farther into the ocean, away from the rest of our group. I didn't realize it then, but I think it was at that moment that things went from a simple vacation flirtation to something that would last well beyond. We eventually returned to the sand with me freezing in a soaked dress. Maybe it was just the intoxication of the freedom and the romanticism of a vacation, but that night he told me he fell in love with me.

    Once back in the real world, he told me that tackling me in the ocean was probably the best moment of his life. The trouble is, we should've paid attention to this sign that was at the beach entrance... or at least I should've. It was a dangerous situation to get to know someone so well without knowing anything really about each others' lives. If I had, I would've known we were doomed from the start, in fact, that night would never have happened. We definitely were headed into a danger zone, but that's another story. I can always remember this one, just in the moment, before it all came crashing down - and I chose to appreciate the fact that I ignored this sign that night.
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