Talia lets me down.


I came back to Wilkesboro with one thing on my mind.

It’s been on my mind since I left for Malta.


She would barely speak to me after I left.

Shortly after I arrived in Malta, we had a text conversation where I tried to find out what was wrong.

Something about the time she left me standing in the subway station as I was trying to look up directions to the Brooklyn Bridge.

She says I talk down to her and she doesn’t have a voice.

“Just please be patient for a minute while I look up the directions”, I said.

And then she was gone.

Ditching me in the city actually wasn’t that unusual except that this time I didn’t follow.

I guess that’s the point where she decided I was unfit to date.

So she said she’d had enough and we didn’t speak again the rest of the 2 1/2 months I was in Malta.

I had some hope that things might be better in person when I returned.

Not a very realistic hope, I’ll admit.

So I walked into the coffee shop.

“Hi. I missed you”, I said.

“Welcome home”, she said.

Awkward silence.

“Could we go for a walk sometime?”

“I can’t tonight.”

More silence.

“Do you want me to leave you alone?”


So I left.



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