Goodbye at Mid September

The Professor

The Professor

 

Guess who it is.

 

 

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It’s been far too long.

For eight years I’d been sending letters to Tennessee, hoping that she’d figure out where I’d been sending them and really hoping that she had been replying to them even though I don’t know where those letters might be.

Diane Reed is the girl I’ve met while visiting my brother Jonathan Albright for an unfinished business. She was a handful, I’d give you that. But she had the guts and I liked that.

I wonder if who she was then is who she is now, still. I’d been doubtful my whole life. I didn’t give a crap about the world, far too angry to care, but not when it comes to her.

Whatever force is working on this, I hope that they’ll at least give me the chance.

I’ve never had faith on this. But she came into my life when I was a complete mess and she gave me hope that when all is lost, you can still fight.

She was losing in our Italian battle that day, but she told me to get out instead. I called her a ninety-four year old woman the first time we met but she called me an old man as I informed her I was twenty-eight.

She was always losing but she kept fighting.

Now, while a world’s a mess and a billion letters can get lost in mail all the time, I still have hope that she’ll get them. I don’t know how and that’s what’s crappy about them but, I can’t lose faith in fate.

“Um, professor,” a blonde woman sitting at the front of the Guggenheim called with a bright smile on her lips and stood up as I went to approach her.

“Hi.” I muttered and she came closer.

“I thought you’ll never come.” She gave me a kiss on the lips and held my hand. “So, where are we heading, Professor Albright?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Where do you want to go?” I asked her.