I thought I was in love. Her name was Tina. We’d been dating about a month, and things were ramping up on all levels. I met her friends. She met mine. We shared our dreams. We liked the same things. Sexual chemistry ensued.
It was the first act of our emerging love affair. And then everything changed. Subtly. Seemingly without significance. But it completely altered my Tina journey.
We were walking in a park. Hand in hand, the whole sappy visual. I made some reference to the future, assumptively so. I saw her expression shift, her eyes grow distant.
And she said, “If I’m around, that is.” And she wasn’t kidding.
From that point forward, everything changed. My quest had a different context, a new goal. I had an obstacle to overcome, and it was my own inner demons that stood in my way.
Tina was gone a month later.
Life is a story sometimes. And even then, it has story architecture. I thought I was in love. Her name was Tina. We’d been dating about a month, and things were ramping up on all levels. I met her friends. She met mine. We shared our dreams. We liked the same things. Sexual chemistry ensued.
It was the first act of our emerging love affair. And then everything changed. Subtly. Seemingly without significance. But it completely altered my Tina journey.
We were walking in a park. Hand in hand, the whole sappy visual. I made some reference to the future, assumptively so. I saw her expression shift, her eyes grow distant.
And she said, “If I’m around, that is.” And she wasn’t kidding.
From that point forward, everything changed. My quest had a different context, a new goal. I had an obstacle to overcome, and it was my own inner demons that stood in my way.
Tina was gone a month later.
Life is a story sometimes. And even then, it has story architecture. I thought I was in love. Her name was Tina. We’d been dating about a month, and things were ramping up on all levels. I met her friends. She met mine. We shared our dreams. We liked the same things. Sexual chemistry ensued.
It was the first act of our emerging love affair. And then everything changed. Subtly. Seemingly without significance. But it completely altered my Tina journey.
We were walking in a park. Hand in hand, the whole sappy visual. I made some reference to the future, assumptively so. I saw her expression shift, her eyes grow distant.
And she said, “If I’m around, that is.” And she wasn’t kidding.
From that point forward, everything changed. My quest had a different context, a new goal. I had an obstacle to overcome, and it was my own inner demons that stood in my way.
Tina was gone a month later.
Life is a story sometimes. And even then, it has story architecture.
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