It was six years ago to the day (and date) that I got ready for my first trip to New York City in many years. I was meeting Special Lady Friend and her family for Mother's Day. I still remember the day vividly and it makes me sad. There was an air of possibility that is hard to describe. I had met this amazing woman and she wanted to introduce me - me! - to her family, an unmistakable sign that this was something meaningful, something serious.
The day itself was lovely. She, her mom, brother, and sister-in-law met me at Penn Station, we took the subway to the Village, where we met her dad, her sister, brother-in-law (and three kids) for brunch. I felt like I belonged, that I was accepted.
I won't get into how things went to shit, but today is going to be cold and rainy, so I am laying low at home, under a blanket, with my own haunted memories to keep me company and wondering if she thinks about that day too.
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