I never really liked the beach, until today.

You know that tan line on my ring finger?

That's my constant reminder that you're gone.

I went to the beach today. The one that we go to.

And I spent the day there.

And I finished a book.

When I got up and packed my things, I looked down on my arms and my hands. They were a beautiful shade of olive with just the right hint of tan.

And everything is even.

No trace that a ring ever lived on any finger.

No hint there was ever you.

I picked up my book which lay, still open, on the sand.

I read the last page again, smiled, and closed it.