Epilogue

"How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face..."
-W.B. Yeats

*Epilogue

Melissa stood at the balcony railing, a gentle breeze brushing the loose hairs lightly against her face. The city below was still quiet as she watched the sun rising behind the Eiffel Tower. The sky slowly filled with golds and oranges as she looked down at her wedding ring. She understood why it had caught Hayden's attention. The stone that sat on her finger captured all of the same colors with equal brillance. Each time she looked at it, it would bring a smile. There was nothing quite like having your very own sunrise.

Waking to find his arms empty, Hayden got up and walked to the balcony. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he tenderly kissed her neck. "Good morning beautiful," he whispered, as if trying not to rush the awakening of the sun.

"Look at that...isn't it magnificent?"

"Yes it is," he said kissing his way across her shoulder up to her ear. "But, it pales in comparison to you."

Each sunrise they shared brought with it new possiblities and new dreams...and Hayden and Melissa looked forward to every single one of them.