I had walked Jules partway to her apartment and gave her a light peck. Our lips started doing their thing again, and then our tongues wanted to get involved, and they started to, but we put them back away.
“I’ll miss you.”
“I know—I’ll miss you too.”
“You wanna do something else with me?”
“Sure, yes—I do.”
“How bout..tonight.”
“I can’t. I have my play.”
“Oh right. Can I come see you? Or no..that’s too much. I’m not stalking you.”
“I might stalk you.”
“That’s fine, that’s fine. I can..I have your number, we’ll..I hope your show goes great tonight.”
“Thank you, sweetie.” She comes back to kiss me.
And then she goes.
They say “parting is such sweet sorrow” but the reason that is, is you never know if you’re going to see the person again.
I would see Jules again. Not that day. But many, many other days. I wouldn’t see her forever, though. There would come a day when that day was the last we knew together.