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It snowed today in Chicago. It reminded me of the cold day when she left. That morning we both pretended as if it were just another day. Her luggage was so full the zipper broke. As I fixed it for her, I thought how badly I didn't want to. There's a dinner between the apartment where we lived and the Airport. she had never been there. I wore my fathers tie and she wore makeup. We sat there for more than an hour talking about nothing. We had pie and coffee. A Fleetwood Mac song came on and it was a nice distraction. Her flight wasn't for another few hour but we decided to go early. I played some music we both liked. She didn't know where her terminal but I was good at guessing. We embraced for maybe 30 seconds. The last thing I said to her was "Just go". The last thing she said to me was "Thank you".
Its been three months now and we haven't spoken. I've been good lately. Moving foward and progressing to achieve my dreams. I haven't thought about it all for a couple days now. The thoughts that linger are what I will say to her if we both ever meet.
I look forward to come back to you someday, Anonymous, to tell you how this story ends. Until then Ill take this moment to weep and keep going.
