blast from the past

i remember the day perfectly. his blue almond shaped eyes squinted at the sun. then looked back at me. we had spent the day out on the coast of michigan, taking in the sparkling blue waters and white powdery sands. our feet dangled over the pier and we watched the sunset leaning into eachother. back then we weren't allowed such things. there was a restrained tenderness and affection for one another. everyone assumed the worst, but i looked at the ring on his finger and told myself i knew better. and i did.
we spoke from the heart that day, finally a piece of time to call our own and speak our hearts...three hours from home. a part of me felt guilty for even being there. another part listened to the wanting. he spoke with deliberation, asking me to run away with him to italy. my heart sank, knowing until he made further actions toward divorcing his wife i could never do that. and i didn't want to be the reason. i tearfully told him i was following through with my move to california, and to the man who was waiting for me. he was sad, and a little sullen on the way back. the drive home was three hours and felt much longer than the first leg of the little jaunt. dusk closed in and the trees became indigo and then black silouettes along the highway. we looked at eachother, putting the walls up and heading toward our separate destinies with a certain heaviness.

four years later i received an email from my old friend, and it seems he is divorced and moving to california. san diego to be exact. interesting...very interesting. i wonder what our meeting will bring.