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.