In the Flesh
So, I finally got to talk to him in person. It was so eerie how calm he was about it. It was a five-minute encounter, I’m not exaggerating. I just said goodbye, take care, and that I wish him well. Twice. He got teary-eyed twice, but the tears never really fell. The first time was when he told me his family still didn’t know, and the 2nd time was when he saw me to the door, and i shook his hand, and said goodbye in this really goodbye-sounding tone. I was dry-eyed of course, and really numb. I admire him for handling things this way. I was so afraid to talk to him anticipating he’d freak out and just make things difficult. But he didn’t, and I give him credit for it……a lot actually. He made me realize that for all it’s worth, I wasn’t such a bad judge of character, that I fell for a man who was a real man at the very end.
I am who I am now because somebody like him loved me, loved me till the very last or probably still does, who knows. He was my one true love, and I’ll never forget him for that.
