Calling

I was looking forward to this trip for two months.  Nothing but the open road ahead of me.  It was a way to clear my head.  The only way to clear my head.

I tried to leave right after it happened, but work got in the way.  It got to the point where I just said fuck it, I had to get away.

Two days into my journey I ran in to the one person I’d never thought I see again, nor did I really want to.  When we broke up, five years earlier, we said it was over.  She’d moved on and I–well–I tried.

I never really quite fit in at work.  And something inside me said I missed my calling when Amy and I broke up.  Was this fates way of giving me, us, a second chance?  A second chance of doing something I love?

I bought her coffee, and we sat down to talk.

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