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Today I got stood up. Weeks and weeks before our meeting we had coordinated our schedules We found a time that we could both meet It was early, but in order to see her, I would go. I woke up early this morning. Tired, I dreamed of her warm embrace as I ate breakfast. The sweet rumble of her voice. Her soft lap. Hurriedly I shot out the door. Taking the Green Line to West Bank, I hoped to beat her there. Seeing that I had, I was quite thrilled. I stood outside, waiting for her to come and pick me up. The wind blew. The snow turned to hail. But she did not come. Glancing at my phone, I could tell something was amiss. It had been fifteen minutes past the date of our meeting. And I was alone, cold, sniffling on the sidewalk. Would she ever come? "Yes, she must!" I told myself. I desperately told myself... And so I waited. Thirty minutes blew by, colder than the wind that chilled my face. But she did not come. And so I waited. And so I pondered. "Do I need her that much? Is she the only one who can take me where I want to go?" In lonely times, a heart will seek the solace of another. And so, when I was yet another fifteen minutes older... I decided that I must go. There were others out there. Others who would take me where I needed to go. In fact, I remember my days as a youth Inseparable from my best friend: my bike. I longed for such simple times once more in the sad, sad, cold morning without my beloved. And so I walked, on the forty fifth minute, down the road. I crossed the street and went down the path. And as I was planning on leaving for good; to find myself another way I saw her. Sitting... loitering... idling With another man. That STRUMPET! That WENCH! How... could she? How could she have deceived me so? I decided that I would not be dependent on her any longer. I watched her as the icy air tempted my tears to freeze. And as I watched, from my vantage across the road, I saw her take off Towards our meeting spot. And something happened within me. My fiery rage turned into something mushy. My sorrow turned to hope. She was coming. I needed her. So I ran my way back, sprinting through all of the shortcuts, up a snowy hill upon which I almost fell, and walked as a jay across the intersection. I wanted to be there when she arrived. So that she would open her arms to me. I would forgive her. And she would take me where I needed to go. Where I wanted to be. On this day, my bus came late and I was forty five minutes late to work. But I know that I cannot go away. I cannot find another route. That bus really is the only one for me. I am dependent on her. Or it, whatever you prefer.
