I was stupid, so stupid. You came to me before you left the firm and tried telling me how you had to go. How the corporate life wasn’t your dream any more and you wanted to leave it all behind. At the time I thought you were leaving me behind with it but you weren’t, were you? The fact you sent a letter says you weren’t. You just didn’t know how to ask me to come along. Well, I’m ready. I’m here.
Phoenix is just a short flight from El Paso. You went out west in search of something—solitude? Yourself? Surely not love, you had that here in Texas, even if I never dared say the words then. You had to have known it, at least, what I felt for you. It was in my voice every time I said your name, in my eyes every time I looked at you. In every ounce of my being every time we had s*x.
Made love.
