Our paths crossed again, first time in eighteen years. I was in a hardware store (of all places), she was in the kitchen cabinet department, by herself, talking to a clerk. She didn't see me, and I let her walk away without saying anything to her.
Last time I saw her was outside a train station, me standing by the tracks as I waved goodby as the train disappeared, heading west.....hardest thing I ever did. This woman was number one to me for three years. But it just wasn't meant to be. I guess I wasn't good enough, at least that's how it felt at the time. One of the last things she said to me was something like "let me know if you get a different job".
I never made any attempt to contact her after that....and even told her girl-friends whom I knew, never to tell me anything about her. She was responsible for the best times I ever had, and the worst. I had mixed emotions in the hardware store when I saw her....part of me wanted to say hello. Part of me didn't want any more of the pain. I let her walk away.
Last time I saw her was outside a train station, me standing by the tracks as I waved goodby as the train disappeared, heading west.....hardest thing I ever did. This woman was number one to me for three years. But it just wasn't meant to be. I guess I wasn't good enough, at least that's how it felt at the time. One of the last things she said to me was something like "let me know if you get a different job".
I never made any attempt to contact her after that....and even told her girl-friends whom I knew, never to tell me anything about her. She was responsible for the best times I ever had, and the worst. I had mixed emotions in the hardware store when I saw her....part of me wanted to say hello. Part of me didn't want any more of the pain. I let her walk away.
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