I looked at the worn piece of paper lying in front of her. I knew it was kind of silly to hold on to a stupid ticket because of events that took place almost 15 years ago, but there it was. I had kept it in my wallet throughout most of my adult life, and now, finally, it was lying in front of the woman who once inspired me to save it.

I wish I could say that she was touched by my everlasting devotion to our long lost love affair, but she looked terrified and ready to run at a moment’s notice. I didn’t understand her reaction then, but in retrospect I have to admit that it was probably an odd thing to do on my part. After all, we hadn’t seen each other in a very long time and, in addition to showing every sign of being a desperate, lonely stalker,  I acted as if we had never been apart and immediately went into the defensive state of a perpetually forlorn lover and started asking all kinds of aggressive questions about things which she had long forgotten.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 18.06.2009 09:35:49)

Yup, it’s now a writer’s blog. Just another way to keep up on my English, I guess. Or boredom.