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Ramp --
8-25-04
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ast night was Ex's 36th birthday. I told him I'd have
dinner with him, so at 7:30, we met at the Monterey Bay Cannery in Sacramento.
As I drove to Sacramento, I was dreading the evening.
I think Ex is beginning to realize that we are not going to be getting
back together, and his demeanor is incredibly unpredictable. If I
check the time on my cell phone, he wants to know from whom I'm expecting
a call. If I don't answer right away when he calls me, he wants to
know where I was and what I was doing. It's incredibly uncomfortable,
and if he didn't owe me over $4000, I'd sever ties completely.
What I did not expect, was to be seated facing a
young couple whose subtle yet obvious affection for each other made me
bleed.
As I sipped my ice water, my eyes kept falling on
their hands, slightly touching across the table. He faced me and
I could see his eyes drinking her in like a wilting lawn soaking up an
unexpected rain. It was real and sweet and new. And it made
my heart complain a little.
As we left the restaurant that evening, we passed
an elderly couple making their way up the ramp. The man carried a
cane, and the woman used a walker. He let her walk ahead of him,
guiding her elbow with his wrinkled, crooked hand as they both shuffled
along.
And I thought to myself, I hope that someday, someone
will help me patiently up the ramp. |
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