- · Inspired by the song “River of Time” by The Judds
“It’s over, he said.”
Taylor had loved him. He had been the only man that she had ever
loved. If she had known, she would have
taken a different path.
It seemed like an innocuous
meeting at a near-empty bar. She had not
planned on anything happening, yet things tossed and turned and spun in such a
way that she spent the night in the apartment of a strange man.
Alfredo would not know.
“It was an accident,” she said to
herself. She wasn’t going to let it
happen again. Yet one harmless affair
led to the next. It was not a lifestyle
that she chose; it just manifested itself from events that she kept insisting
were beyond her control.
She loved Alfredo, she really
did. He was not just some transient
affair like the rest of them. He was
more important to her than she cared to imagine; the last thing that she wanted
in life was to hurt him.
Yet time passed and her excuses
wore thin.
“How did he find out?” was her
first thought when he discovered her cheating.
She thought that she had been
careful. Yet, here he stood before her
as she professed her undying love. He
didn’t seem to care. She thought that
she had been careful. Yet, he stood
before her without hesitation for the mitigating circumstances which she
insisted were many. He didn’t seem to
care.
“It’s over,” he said. A philanderous wife was more than he could
accept. “It wasn’t one man … how many
were there?” He asked.
“You’re the only one I have ever
loved,” she pleaded.
However, the hurt she had caused
him left no recourse.
“It’s over,” he said.
Five years is a long time, but
the memories still plagued her consciousness.
Funny, now that she was divorced, the endless stream of men that she had
been involved with while she was married now dwindled to none. A solitary life is what she now chose.
Alone in a small diner, she lit
up a cigarette to enjoy with her coffee.
It was a bad habit she had begun after the divorce. Alone in the diner, she drank her coffee
while she read a book. Not very many
patrons were there and her solitude seemed quite natural.
Time had not buried the memories
and it had taken time for her to realize that the break-up had been her fault.
“I am the only one to blame,” she
said to herself.
This recognition, however, did
not alleviate her pain.
Music played in the
background. It was soft-rock typical for
such a setting.
“Not quite sure?” she
thought. “Probably REO Speed Wagon?” She knew
it was an older song, but she could not place it. The poignant lyrics brought a thinly
disguised tear to her eye.
Another year passed. She again sat in that same diner. She had become a regular and the workers as
well as the other patrons had become accustomed to her presence, alone, smoking
her cigarettes, drinking her coffee, and reading her book.
She had carefully chosen a book
by Saint Francis of Assisi. She was not after a religious awakening;
however, the philosophy in the book espoused personal recovery and enrichment. The years had passed, but not the pain.
In the past few months, she had
begun rebuilding her life. After the
recognition that she was to blame, came the realization that she could mend her
life and start again. From nowhere in particular,
she began to feel love in her heart. She
was not in a place in her life where she was ready for a relationship, but she
knew now the path to follow when she was ready.
The slight twinge of warmth that
she felt in her heart manifested for an appreciation for life. The mundane and sometimes painful path of
life had caused hardships. Every morning,
waking before work, she dreaded the routine of office life. However, after some time, she began to enjoy
the simple tasks as the path to individual freedom. Although monotonous, she arrived each morning
with a smile on her face. She was
learning that love encompasses all things.
She sat alone in a restaurant;
not the same diner where she had sat a year before. A friend of Taylor’s from work had set her up
on a blind date. It was much too soon to
consider where it might lead; however, it was prominent in the occasion of resurrecting
her life.
His name was Mark and her friend
had assured her that they would have much in common. It was hardly a basis for a relationship, but
they were both avid readers with an encyclopedia of knowledge available from
both of them concerning the subject. As
it turned out, this simply offered a basis for mild conversation on a somewhat
awkward first date.
The conversation began tritely
after Mark arrived at the restaurant.
Old fashioned as he was, he insisted that he pay the bill rather than
splitting it; which would have been expected from such a casual meeting.
The conversation began. They continued discussing the work of classic
authors such as Shakespeare, Hemingway, and Steinbeck. Taylor was pleased that the man that
represented a new prospective relationship was obviously educated. Rather than a mundane conversation about the
many books by Steven King, it allowed for a much more substantive conversation.
They shared a few cigarettes and
few more cups of coffee after the dinner ended.
She walked out of the restaurant
with no hopes for a budding relationship.
Alfredo had truly been the best life had to offer; she was to blame for
the relationship’s demise. Reckless and
haphazard behaviors were trifles of youth.
She had hurt the man she had loved and promised herself not to repeat
that mistake in the future.