Tonight, against my better judgement, I went to the restaurant where we met for the first time in twenty years. The same time (five minutes late), the same dress. I am not sure why I went other than to perhaps have some closure and start focusing on more important things; things which I have lost sight of and of new things which have come up since this fateful day last year. I probably looked rather ridiculous sitting alone with a glass of wine and salad thinking back to that day and the days that followed. Inasmuch as I would like to dismiss you and those eight months, I cannot. I have not had such happiness in years. Never had I the utter and complete clarity of what I wanted in life until then- so much so I found the gumption to work towards those goals. Regardless of where you thought I was in the process, I really did work very, very hard. I sought and obtained counsel. I applied, interviewed, and accepted a job in Herndon. I found an appartment nearby. I had all my records ready to transfer medical facilities. Only when I had all of this completed was I going to tell you. I did not want to have one part fall through and see you disappointed. But this became quite moot. You somehow became disappointed and left anyway.
When I realized this, I left.