Slipped
June 22, 2011I’m going to start my goodbyes, he said. They were amidst the crowd leaving the restaurant, and the conversation had lingered too long.The sun had set already, but she wanted to slip him a note on small paper, slip her palm against his. Don’t say goodbye to everyone, she wanted to say, but once again, she could not unstick the words from the back of her throat.
Alright, alright, he said. I have to go. And with that, he walked down the long block to his car, just another missed opportunity, just something else to regret.
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