He's driving west on Westheimer. I'm driving east. I dial his number.
You'll want to turn your radio to 93.7.
Ah, Led Zeppelin, luv.
I have no concern at all that I don't know where I'm going and neither does he. I know we'll find it and I know we'll find each other. I drive on, each light bringing me closer.
I ring him again, tell him I've found a hotel, that I'll pull in to see if they have a room. As I pull in, he laughs, says I'm right behind you.
That timing is not unusual.
It's not often that I see him, but it is often that I think about him. Was he the one who got away? Perhaps. But after all these years, he's also the one who has stayed in my life, the one I still carry in my heart. After all these years, he's my favorite song, a deeper breath, a contented sigh. In the end, that's so much better.
4 comments:
love the photos
Alison, I hope he provided you a little stress relief. (wink, wink, nudge, nudge. "Stress relief".)
Seriously, if anyone deserves a little relief, I figure it must be you.
I hope you have a wonderful time together. Your photos are nothing short of glorious.
NG - It's not like that.
Velvet - No credit on my end - it was an awesome sky that evening.
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