We never really dated. Although, I thought we should have, but by the time it happened...it was too late.
I guess that's what one summer is for. Meeting. Working. Conversing. Oh, it's just a blur now. But the things you told me, the places you'd been. How first love had been. For you. OK, it didn't help much that you told me I reminded you of your ex-wife. Was that supposed to be a compliment? I still remember that and I dunno why I smile.
I guess I was happy that you could talk so freely about mistakes, new plans, and where you were going. I guess you should have been more important to me than just that co-worker I used to laugh with. I mean, I never knew your last name. And I dunno what really happened. I can't say who left first.
We never said we would keep in touch.
Oh, those lattes could keep me up for hours. I haven't had one quite like that in years. But I remember it was a summer that I didn't want to end. Especially, the conversations with you.
Good memories
ReplyDeleteI love this *-* Make my heart twist
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing ♥
Uy que tierno fragmento. Te mando un beso.
ReplyDeleteNo one writes unrequited love like you do. In just a few paragraphs, you communicate the connection and longing between these two people. The last paragraph is a soul squeezer: " Oh, those lattes could keep me up for hours. I haven't had one quite like that in years. But I remember it was a summer that I didn't want to end. Especially, the conversations with you." More, please!
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