Dear Manele Bay,
Remember when I first met you? I was dating Pat and he flew me to Hawaii and his nephew helped take care of you. He told us how Bill Gates rented you out for his wedding and we marveled at his wealth.
He told us that John Travolta sometimes brought his girlfriend to stay with you and I gasped and said “but John Travolta’s MARRIED!” and the nephew just shrugged and said “I dunno, I just know he’s got a girl on Maui that he brings over.” But I refused to believe.
We could hear the roar of the ocean from the comfort of the poolside.
We nibbled on croissants and plates of fresh fruit in your fine dining room.
I skipped across your tile floors and up your fancy staircase to spend my money at your gift shop.
We lounged on chairs fit for kings as we gazed at the ocean while basking in the warmth of the ever loving island sunshine.
We were spritzed with spring water and offered new fresh towels while we pondered whether the next margarita would be a strawberry or a lime.
We strolled through your gardens.
We delighted in your ponds of Koi.
We woke to the gentle chirping of birds each morning.
And we dreamt dreams of living the good life forever and ever as we lay in the heaven that was your giant king sized bed.
And then…
And then we got married.
And made a family.
And stopped having money to spend on your margaritas.
We could no longer pretend to be rich and bask in your goodness. And although it hurts…my heart…deep inside, the memories live on. I will never forget our time together. You were amazing to me, if ever so briefly.
We will be together again someday…
With Love,
Me.