Longo longo ago (less than 10 years ago anyway), I went on a blind date.he carried a single red rose. I carried me and a heart thumping so hard I marvel that it didn't embarrass me by popping out of its chambers all bloody....
We hit it off (we were less than 22 so I don’t know what else we could have done). We were on fire (...pray dont ask for details.). And then we just died out.one day we were.the next we were not.it was there.and then it wasn't. and we didn’t even notice.i doubt we did anyway.it was the cleanest break ever).
Then recently, at a gathering of some sorts, who do I see.the rose-baring mate.we fumbled about but refused to avoid each other.it was evident to everyone around we were fidgeting and i figure they all wondered what was going on.
after venturing into a number of topics that failed to yield any meaningful conversation, what the hell, we got round to tackling 'the real issue'.
we didnt bother going into details of what happened or what didnt. we just agreed it was a short nice thing we had. and we had left it at that. but then, we were sent on an errand,someone at the gathering made the mistake of sending us out together.
we did not return.we have never returned from the errand.