It’s Friday noon and my BlackBerry buzzes. I glance and Mr. Past Love pops up on my screen. I squint. I stop in my tracks.
It’s been months. I had to count them – four, I suppose.
His e-mail – two lines – incroyable! I had to count them, too.
“I’ll be in town this weekend. If you’re around on Sunday, let’s go rock-climbing.”
What does he mean? Hmmm….I did the usual consult-a-rounds.
“You can’t!”, “You won’t!”, “You, alright?”, my lifelong BFF’s ping.
I let his e-mail simmer in the back of my mind for the rest of the day. At mid-night, I decide. No, not going to see him and reply, “Nice to hear from you. Weekend jam-packed. When are you leaving?”
His answer - one line - “Monday a. m.”
Sadly, he loves me not … but gladly, I have no lines left, save for “Have a nice flight!” as he remains Mr. Past Love.