It's been three years since I lost Maureen. It's been three long years since I've been back to this place. I don't wan't to be here, but I have to. I need to rid my demons and make peace with myself.

Maureen and I used to vaction here. It was our favourite spot. We'd make up the most lame excuses to come here. It was so serene and beautiful...and quiet.

Three years ago today, in this lake, I lost Maureen. We'd been fighting more than usual. I never liked fighting with her. So, to make it up to her, I brought her here. And we swam in the lake, and swung on the giant rope. And laughed. Like little kids do when they're in an endless field playing tag on a breezy summer day. We felt like kids here; so free and hopeful.

We decided to take an early morning swim. Depsite the warning sign that deliberitly said not to swim after dark, because the current gets strong and will pull you under faster than a murderer will slit your throat.

It was 2:30 in the morning, and we were floating on our backs, holding hands, gazing up into the sky. Discussing our future plans. Jobs we'd like to have. Children we'd someday like to adopt. A shooting star flew across the sky, beyond the trees. "Make a wish," I whispered. And I let go of her hand and I went underwater to make a wish. I'm not sure why. But I regret it. Because those few seconds I was down there is when the worst morning of my life happend.

I lost Maureen. We'd drifted deeper into the lake where the current was the strongest. It took her. And I lost her. I frantically searched for her. But it was worthless. I already knew what had happend. I just don't understand why it didn't take me too...

The cops couldn't find her body. They frantically searched as well. For hours. And nothing.

I read in the paper yesterday that a body was found in this lake. They found Maureen.

I came back here today, to mark the spot where they found her. To say I'm sorry for letting go of her hand, and that I didn't go with her.

I came back here today, to mark her grave and apologize and to leave this engagement ring.

The morning she drifted away was the morning I planned on proposing.

Even in death, our love will continue.

I sat on the edge of the bank and I sat the ring down next to me. And in the dirt I wrote "Maureen, will you marry me?"

And the wind started to blow. And the trees ruffled their leaves. And the sun appeared from behind the once dark clouds. And I gazed up at the sky and it looked like a fairy tale.

And when I looked back down at my silly proposal to a dead woman, it was gone. And I knew it was Maureen's sarcastic way of saying, "Of course I will."

I'm trying to rid my writers block, I'm aware this is not good. It's based on a beautiful movie called "Till Human Voices Wake Us".

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