We stood together briefly, off to the side, both having by chance attended the same event.
“You seem to be doing well for yourself, now,” he commented in a friendly greeting. “Yes. I knew somehow I would overcome,” I replied, giving away nothing I was feeling. Why did his presence irk me so much? And why did I want more of it?
“I can see you’ve taken a step forward in pursuing some of your own ambitions,” I said, nodding to a lovely woman. “Well, yes. Your words to me kind of put it to me bluntly. Funny how things happen, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I agreed. “In fact, some things are almost too predictable.” Awkward pause from him as he cleared his throat. “Any luck finding your soul mate?” He ventured. How I did love his gallantry.
“None, yet. But, I suspect sucess has something to do with ‘it only happens when you’re not looking,” or I haven’t done enough work on myself, yet, – or maybe he isn’t even here in this time, on this planet.”
“Hm,” he thought about it. But, before he could offer his insight, someone signalled he was needed elsewhere. He gave his apologies to me and turned to go.
On sudden impulse, I reached out to detain him a moment longer. “Hey, listen…I don’t know how or why, but I would like us to stay connected. It seems important. Is there a way we could?”
“Uh, I’m not sure that’s appropriate. I will have to think on it. If I think of something, I’ll let you know.” And the world of posh enlivery regathered him into its fold.
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