Old Flames – Part I
I’ve always loved Paris in the fall. I was particularly giddy that year; it had finally arrived….the fall, the one I’d dreamed about for so long – it was the first time I would have the city to myself, my wedding ring, and everything that came with it, no longer company.
The changing autumn colors that work so well here, the crisper temperatures signified a shift in…everything, really. It all seemed so open, like anything was possible. Fall holds that kind of promise for me.
Feeling particularly fallish in my latest scarf design, I was trying to decide if I should find a quiet spot in a cafe with my journal for an early afternoon glass of rose, when I turned a corner and literally ran smack into that promise – in the form of my college sweetheart. The one that got away, the one I thought was, well, the one.
By graduation it seemed neither of us were meant for the other, so amicably, if not reluctantly, we drifted our separate ways. But that moment on the street in Paris that fall, “what if” was back on the table. Neither of us spoke it, but it was clear we both wondered why we’d given up so easily.
The weekend passed in a dreamy haze of sunlit sheets, remembered passions, wine and candlelight, hands held, kisses secreted. But, was that enough….?
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