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understand. Please continue.”
     
    “I awake every morning reaching for her, but she is gone. My stomach churns and my body is numb. I want to scream. I want to break something. I want to run. I want to cry. But I don’t. I paint a fake smile and simply exist.”
     
    “Oh God, I know how you feel.”
     
    “Veronica, it has been seven years. I should let go, but I can’t. Maria, had even scolded me to love again. That was the third promise that I broke.”
     
       “I truly understand. I have broken promises to love ones. It wasn’t fair for her to make you promise such a thing. ” I added.
     
    Looking up at the moonlight, he grinned, “You don’t know my Maria. She was the consummate optimist. She saw death as a doorway to another world. She would gently tell me that I was crying for myself not her. Maria always said that her death should be a celebration of a new beginning. You see, my Maria had battled lymphoma for years. Despite the pain and fatigue, she would always smile and try to do little things for me.”
     
    I sat silently. My heartache paled in comparison to this Spanish stranger.
     
    “She always said remember the high notes of life. When she could no longer stand, she would grab my hand and say remember the high notes of life, because you are my highest note.’”
     
    I inched closer to him and grasp his hand in mine. I longed to be in his arms again.
     
    “I would always kiss her hand and tell her that she was my life. I told her that she was the song and that I merely provided the notes which always made her laugh. She always
    love to hear me play—her smile—I still see her smile.”
     
    I suddenly felt angry. I was jealous. And I was ashamed. I hid my misplaced emotions by lying back down. “Please keep talking,” I encouraged.
     
    “Well, that’s where you come in,” he smiled. “You saved my life.”
     
    “I don’t understand,” I stammered.
     
    “I was saying a prayer for God to forgive me. This beautiful wooden six-string instrument along with this buckskin leather song book was leaving this earth.”
     
    I imagined I looked dumbfounded.
     
    “Veronica, I came to the beach to die. I hadn’t just thought about taking my life; I had decided that I would do it.”
     
    “Oh My,” I managed to sputter.
     
    “I was finishing my good-byes. My eyes were closed. Suddenly Maria’s image filled my mind. She was beautiful. Her pain, her hurt and her struggle had subsided. She stood like a blonde angel, her eyes piercing into my soul. I could hear say, ‘You must not leave on a low note. You are too precious a creature to die now. Live and breathe. Snap out of it Antonio. Somebody needs your help. Somebody needs you now. Run! Hurry, before it’s too late.”
     
    I sat wide-eyed, his story and the ocean breeze sent chills down the back of my neck.
     
    “She saved us, Veronica. She stopped me from taking my life and she helped me to save your life. She is both of our angel.”
     
    In a sentence, I went from secretly coveting this woman to owing my life to her spirit. I was overwhelmed. I began to shudder.
     
    He quickly pulled a blanket off the sleeping bag and wrapped it around us both. “I will keep you warm.”
     
    “So, Antonio is my knight in shining armor’s name,” I meekly smiled.
     
    Looking deeply in my eyes, he whispered, “And you my dear, Veronica are my new and beautiful song.”
     
    I threw my arms around his broad shoulders and pulled him into me. I needed, wanted and desired to taste his lips. To my surprise and delight his lips responded in kind. His massive arms wrapped around me, making me feel so small, so feminine and so delicate.
     
    “Oh my God, I know you,” he gasped, and combed his fingers through his sex hair. .
     
    “Yes Antonio, I know you too,” I sighed.
     
    The fire’s blaze warmed my back as the heat of his breathe in my ear ignited my loins. I longed to feel his naked chest against mine. My breathing turned to