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.
“Could we go for a walk sometime?”
“I can’t tonight.”
“Do you want me to leave you alone?”
So I left.