You take into consideration that things will feel right again. This ephemeral moment is always followed by a sharp pang to the chest. When the flood gates open and you remember exactly where you are. That he still hasn’t sent your furniture back. That you will still have to call him. Risking a female voice to pick up. This world is big, but not that big. What are the chances that I will never see him again? At times like these, I truly consider a fortune teller, palm reader, or stats Canada.
Can anyone assure me that I won’t bump into him at the airport as he loads his wife and kids on to a plane and flies to Hawaii. While I have a layover in Idaho, out there on a potato conference.