Becoming Allie
Do you remember?
Going for a long misty walk by the bay?
We were between semesters,
And you were between girlfriends.
Was it a date?
We were friends, but not close.
We weren’t the kind of friends that would go for strolls.
I wish I could have asked.
What are your intentions?
The words were on my tongue,
But I couldn’t push them out.
I didn’t want to make it awkward.
As it turned out,
Avoiding those questions
Wasn’t a fail-safe plan for comfort.
Everything was awkward anyway.
Notes I never posted from 3/6/2020 (“Before”): It’s hard to turn the page at the end of a beautiful chapter. Abby left Buenos Aires today.
“No matter who they are or where they come from, you have something to learn from everyone you meet.” This is one of my two
I will never forget the way you hugged me when I told you. I hadn’t even finished my spluttering sentence, but your arms were around
Part 2 of 2. See the beginning of the story here. Our second date could not have gone any worse. He was overbearing. He had