I flew from Denver
to see my girlfriend
in San Francisco
a few months ago, and she was as cold
as ever. She likes coffee
, you know, so I'd stuffed my bag full of fancy Godiva
coffee to give to her. And she'd always hated
that my hair was long, so I cut it -- for the first time in half a year. It had been almost a month since I had seen her last, and I was, at that point, so starved
for physical affection
that I could burst
But she didn't even show up at the airport
. I had to take a taxi cab
to her apartment
She had forgotten
that I was coming in
with her anyway, though. I was there for three days. She never
once said "thanks
" -- not even for the coffee. She left me to myself
quite a bit. Sometime's she'd leave early in the morning
and I'd wake up in her bed alone
. I laid
there in that cold
bed of hers once --wondering who else had been there a week prior
-- and it occured to me that I could not figure
out why we were still together. It ate at me, like an acid devouring
my soul. And it was at exactly 8:56AM, February 10th
, that I decided to end our relationship
To end it by convincing her that I had died
It was crazy
!-- but I can't help but look back on it with a certain amount of perverse relish
Frankly, I was glad
to leave her. She was decent
enough to take me to the airport this time. She was truly beautiful
that day. And for a second, I doubted
. I wondered if leaving her
really was a good idea. It was a transient
thought. I knew how empty
she was. She was truly wrong
for me. I kissed
and got on my plane.
When I landed
, I headed for my friend Scott's house. I got him to call
her. On the plane, I had written out
what I wanted him to say. He dialed the number and clicked the speakerphone
SCOTT: Is this Miss Winters?
AMY: Yes, it is.. may I ask who's calling?
SCOTT: This is Frank Wilson, Delta Airlines..
SCOTT: Well, uh, I've never had to do this before, but... ma'am, we at Delta regret to inform you that Delta flight 45 had... some trouble landing... and... well, there were no survivors. A, uh, Mister Ken Hughes left this phone number to contact in case of... we're so very sorry..
I wonder what happened to her.
The world is a magnificently diverse place, and it's possible that this, indeed, was a true story. It just didn't happen to me. I love my girlfriend more than anything else, and she bears no resemblance to the girl described in my story. It's just an idea I had while I was hanging out clothes today.