Last week, I ran into an seasoned flame from high university.
I remembered her face as soon as I saw her laying behind the desk at the bed and lunch.
I went to bed and lunch to toil on the AC. I was just finishing up with an AC repair closeby, when the call from the bed and lunch came in. The supervisor for the night shift arrived to find the AC completely inoperable in half of the building. It seemed care about an electrical problem, but the supervisor called our AC repair company since the AC was the root of the problem. As soon as I walked through the door, I recognized Amy’s face, she observed myself and others too, but she didn’t remember our name until she saw it on our name tag. We had a brief hug even though it wasn’t exactly quarantine friendly. We made plans to party on Wednesday night. We had drinks and both of us made the decision to go dancing. Amy spent the night at our locale on Wednesday and both of us woke up together on Monday day. She has been at our house every night since then, then fifteen years have passed since both of us were high university and neither a single of us can remember why both of us broke up. I know our future clearly has Amy in it and I hope she is thinking the same about me. It’s so difficult to assume that both of us could have missed each other if someone else was sent to repair the AC at the bed and lunch. I hardly want to spend a single day without her ever again.