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Mac loved Webb.


That was the only thing that I could comprehend as I sailed further out to sea.


She loved Webb, not me.


Just cast away and I am lost at sea
Another lonely day and no one here but me
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair

Technically I am still a commander in the Navy. The Admiral had once again saved my six and not processed my papers.


I owe him big.


Mac had taken some time off too. She was spending it with Webb, making sure that he got better.


I felt sick at the thought.


I loved her damn it, and I even planed on telling her that after we got back from that hell hole. But as usual I had missed my chance, and now I am paying for it.


She had no idea what I did to get to her, and now I'd rather her never know.


I grip the railing hard and picture in my mind that kiss that they shared right before we left them. I knew at that very moment that I had lost her. This time for good.


But damn it Sarah, I still love you. I always will. Please come back to me.


I had read that book by Nicholas Sparks, "Message In A bottle" and I figure, what the hell? So I put everything down on paper. And tossed it out to see, hoping that she just might find it.



I send an SOS to the world
I send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle

A year has passed now, everyone is a year older but the circumstances haven't really changed. Mac did break it off with Webb, but our friendship is as strained and ever.


I have been going out sailing regularly, thinking about my message in a bottle. And I realize that maybe our window of opportunity is really up. Maybe we'll never be together. I guess I broke her heart to many times, But in a way, she has broken my heart too.


A year has passed since I wrote my note
I should have known it right from the start
Only hope can keep us together
Love can mend your life but love can break your heart

Everyone can see the changes in me, and everyone has commented on it. I'm not as active as I used to be, I don't smile anymore, I don't do anything anymore. I know my friends are concerned, but how can I make them understand? I've got a broken heart that just can't be mended.


I send an SOS to the world
I send an SOS to the world

hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle
Message in a bottle

It's been a year and a half now, and I think that my heart might just be on the mend. But it's not what you think.


There is no other women in my life, even though there could be, it's like Harriet said, I'm coming out of my shell.


In a way I am, except to Mac.


The Admiral was nice enough to give me some leave. And sometimes I think in a way, he is the only one who knows what's going inside my head. I hit the beaches of Virginia just yesterday, and am now enjoying an early morning walk.


I have to gasp at what I see at my feet.


It's a message in a bottle.


Obviously not mine, but a bottle none the less. I can't help but wonder if another brokenhearted soul put a message in a bottle for someone to find.


Walked out this morning I dont believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore
Seems I'm not alone at being alone
A hundred billion castaways all looking for a home

I sit down on the cool sand and pry the cork from the bottle, and begin to read.



To all the sailors at sea-


I write this letter, hoping that the one sailor who holds my heart will finally know how I feel.


I write this letter to him, and only him.


My dearest sailor,


I write you this letter, because I know in my heart I will never be able to say these words to you.


Even as I sit and write this, I know it will not be easy to say all of the things that are in my heart. But there are some things that you my beloved stickboy just have to know.


My heart caught in my throat, not believing what I was reading.


Even though since we got back from that terrible place, our relationship has been strained. And even know that is not all my fault, I am sorry.


Sometimes I would just close my eyes and wish that I could go back and relive that moment in time, and do some things differently. You have to know that I have no feeling for whom you think I do.


I am his friend, and only that. I don't know why I said those things to him, but you must know my sailor, that my heart belongs to you and to you alone


Yours always


Sarah.

I read the letter twice more before the words on the page finally set in.


She loved me. Not him, but me.


The message was dated three days after we got home from Paraguay.


Don't worry Sarah, I got your message, and I'm coming.


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I walk to stranded beaches of Ocean city and revel in the silence.


It has been over a years since I sent my letter to Harm out to sea, and like now, I have often wondered where it is.


I sigh, knowing that it would take a miracle for that letter to fall in to the right hands.


Harm is on vacation to, the Admiral told me before I left. That since work was slow at the moment, that he could spare both of us.


I walk a little farther down when I noticed something sticking out of the sand.


I gasp as I come to realize what it is.


A message in a bottle.


I send an SOS to the world
I send an SOS to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle

Message in a bottle
Sending out an SOS

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As I watch Sarah, I know that all has finally been set right. She reads Harm's letter and he read hers, and maybe they'll finally get things right.


I know my son will finally get the family that he deserves.


END