They met under the palm tree. The sunlight danced along the sand, under their feet. They laughed. They cried. For this was their last day together. She wanted more time. He wanted to marry her and take her away, to another island.
But they could not. They wanted to. But they could not. Their were too many obligations. Children. Jobs. Life. Their time together held this all together, allowed them to continue on. This memory, under the palm tree, here at the beach would allow them to go on.
Until the next time they met.