As the highway stretched beyond my view I sensed that we had reached the end. End of our journey together. End of our relationship. The End.
Where did the end become the truth? A question I have been asking myself during the last stretch of 68 miles. Maybe the truth will only show itself when the sun rises. For now all I can smell is a musty hotel room and the hope of a hot shower. Here's to hope becoming reality.
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