"Del Mar, California. In the penthouse suite of his house I slid open the glass wall that separated the indoors from the multi-million dollar view of nothing but endless ocean and stepped onto the veranda like the bow of a ship on the ocean. Cool salt air, the sound of seagulls and waves sloshing up to the edge just below me reminded me how many romantic nights I'd spent here in this dreamy atmosphere, romance seemed so right . All the knotty pieces of romance I'd dreamed of manifested right under moonlight. Music, palm trees, the ocean waves beating against the cliffs below, and my lover's warm embrace. I thought he was perfect. Me, crazy in love with someone much older, almost famous. But I wasn't enough. I knew it deep down.
The unmistakable purring hum the Ferrari pulled into the garage below as I waited for him to return from performing emergency surgery in the middle of the night. But now after being gone four years, it was a literal miracle to be standing here.....invited to stay? Words I'd hoped he would have said back then when each time I left never promised another. Words. The powerful tool used to entice, encourage, or toss away, still rang in my head "Go back to where you came from. You don't belong here "