A large red stone...

"What?!"

Philip sat across the table, his hands flailing about in the jazz-filled air conditioning.

"But isn't that your dream?"

Twenty minutes later he got the gist of what I wanted to say. The arms are down but you could still tell he's quite worried about my decision. It's like a small boy told him he didn't like candy.

It's been so long, and finally I got the resolve to let it all go. I just hope I stick to my decision this time.