Jan 01, 2009 22:52
She looks over at me, as if to say "Take me home"-only, no words come out. I sit back a little stronger in the booth, put down my fork and look back at her.
Let's get out of here, I say. We've had this fight before, sure as hell we're going to have it again. We haven't moved forward with it, I don't think we ever will.
She doesn't drop the argument. She knows as well as I do that this will be the end of us if we try to talk about it anymore. Maybe she just needs closure, but that's something I can't give her. I tell her that if she can't get past it, this is it. She doesn't say a word.
I take out my wallet and leave a credit card. She's got a friend who lives a block from here, I know he's home tonight. I walk out of the restaurant. I don't look back.
And this is it, I think. I can say I fell in love, but where does that get me now? She wasn't the right one.
Maybe she was, I think. Regardless, it ends tonight. You can't get back what you've ignored for too long, that's the truth of it. 6 billion people in this world, another one born every 8 seconds.
The snow's heavy tonight, thick. I've been watching cars slip all over the place all day, none of them any the wiser. They all horded SUVs when talk of a brutal winter started, but they never learned how to drive them.
Being counterintuitive, that's what gets you by in the snow. If you're taking a turn and you start drifting, turn the wheel towards the thing you're about to hit. Sounds dumb, right? Wrong. Turning the wheel the opposite way will give you traction you otherwise wouldn't have.