It happened. They met each other.
I was waiting for Katie to meet me in the lobby, she was still upset at me for 1. Not telling her I hated going to her art shows and 2. Hating going to her art shows, but she had worked through her feelings—which involved a canvas and all the existing shades between black and grey—and now wanted to talk over pancakes. I'd arrived at the lobby ten minutes late, my laptop bag draping over my shoulder. I figured I still had about fifteen minutes to do work before she arrived, when he arrived. And he did what he does best. He said hi.
And I did what I do best. Reflexively say hi back as all the dots are connecting and colliding.
Me waiting for Katie + Archie waiting with me = Archie meeting Katie. Queue alarm horns blaring.
Let me be clear, I love Katie and I care for Archie, but for me these two people exist in two very different headspaces. The possibility of those two headspaces becoming a Venn diagram was not one I wanted to entertain. I was admittedly rattled, as I had been all weekend, and said the one thing that would have made Archie wait with me for fifteen minutes. I'm waiting for Katie. The one glitch in the Archie sunshine program is that he isn't a morning person, but he perked right up and began spouting nonsense such as "I'm looking forward to meeting her," and "She sounds interesting."
Do I sound Bitter to you? Because I think I sound a little bitter.
Nothing happened. That's why I'm upset.
When Katie showed up they said hi to each other, introduced themselves. They shook hands and then I went to breakfast with Katie. These two people defined years of my life and they just shook hands as if they were normal, regular people. Neither one of them looked bothered. My little palace—the one with the world's worst fire department because it has been on fire for four days now—went white. Completely buried under snow. The weight of it straining and twisting the floor beams, like my stomach was coiling.
I don't know what it means
--Signed
I think I'm on a precipice.
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KurzgeschichtenSo, my world just imploded. Out of all the cities and hotel lobbies in the world he happened to be in this one, on this weekend. And I just had to run into him. Life was great, or well you know, it was going. Got a girlfriend that I love, a major...
