then who?

Happy 2005.  Two thousand and five.  Strange craziness, that.

I spent New Year’s Eve with her, and then drove her to the airport on New Year’s Day.  She’s gone now, and I am left with this heartache and missing.  My tear ducts have been flushed more than thrice.  I know these things happen, although perhaps not in the same way or under the same circumstances.  Feelings change, feelings stay the same, life goes on.  The unshakable thing is that this thing between us was different, was the thing — if not her, then who?

It was unseasonably warm today.  I stood at my bedroom window and watched two kids in tee-shirts try and fly a large styrofoam airplane.  Later, it rained. 

1 comment to then who?

  • […] and for mine.I hung out with Becky tonight.  It was the first time we’d seen each other since I dropped her off at the airport on New Year’s Day, almost SEVEN months ago.  It was good to see her, and we got along as we did then, albeit […]

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