Dear Author,So strange to be back. Nothing's changed. The same soft gold of the September sun against my face, the crash of waves against the sheer cliff face of the Welsh coast below my feet. Even my grandmother's cottage, with the only half-tamed garden, is exactly the same. The only difference is she's not there, not anymore. I'm alone in my memories of her... and of the mysterious boy I once met in the smuggler's cave on the shore.I told her of him, back then, of how he was a merman prince and I the knight of the garden gnomes. When I told her that she was the witch queen watching over the fragile peace between the spirits of the sea and the garden, she waved her spoon as though she was really one.She was always like that, very accepting of me. Even when I came out to her, she never batted an eye, but said she loved me.Every summer of my childhood was like that, until I moved to Australia. I never went back. Until I received the terrible news of my grandmother's death, that is. Now I stand here, where I once did, waiting...He is waiting as well? Or was he only a dream?Sometimes I still see the twinkle in his eyes...Photo Description: A man sits alone in the long grass atop a cliff. His head is bowed, and he is oblivious to the beauty of the sunset behind him. The gold, orange, and red of the sunset fade into the calm waves of the sea beyond him. Superimposed over this are two men, one gazing intently at his laughing companion, a memory of lost happiness.This story was written as a part of the M M Romance Group's and "Love is an Open Road and " event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story. This story may contain sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers. It may contain content that is disagreeable or distressing to some readers. The M M Romance Group strongly recommends that each reader review the General Information section before each story for story tags as well as for content warnings.