Eighteen Years Ago

[lokheed]

Eighteen years ago today I got a phone call at my home in Burlington. It was an invitation to come to Sedro Wooley to meet someone. Instead, I got in my car and drove in the opposite direction as far as I could, winding up in Anacortes.

Eighteen years ago today I made a bad decision out of weakness.

Tonight I find myself sitting in a suddenly very empty apartment, missing Kris like crazy, and dwelling on the past.

I never knew the name of this girl I was supposed to meet. But eighteen years ago today, right about now, I was sitting and wondering what I would be doing on the far-off day of September 23, 2003 and I pondered what I would do if the phone rang. I'm still not sure what the answer to that question is. I'm afraid that I will find out the answer. I am more afraid that I might not.

Comments

I understand.

[(Anonymous)]

We'll talk tomorrow.

I love you.

~Kris~

it may have nothing to do with you

[(Anonymous)]

Being on the other end of a similar situation, just know that if you don't receive the phone call, that it may have nothing to do with you. I personally was too chicken to do it.