And stand in the way they did.
When we arrived in Europa, I skulked through the port, avoiding eye
contact whenever I could. It really did seem like we would get
away with it, but I couldn't shake the vague sense of shame and
self-loathing that was building up inside me.
I saw you at the baggage claim. You seemed to be sobbing. Some
passer-by had his arm around you and was offering you a tissue. He
looked like the handsome type. I only just remembered that now.
Funny, huh? At the time, I didn't feel or notice much of anything.
I thought that, for a moment, you saw me there. Did you?
Well, there's no point in asking you that now. You can't know.
I hurried off as quickly as I could. Part of that was cold
rationality, the kind that you taught me. I knew it wouldn't be
smart for us to be seen together. But the other part was that
shame feeling I mentioned. Would you still look at me in the same
way after what I did? Could you?
I would never find out. That was the last time I saw you.
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