“Ghost of You and Me”
I sensed her presence long before I even saw her.
When I looked up from my coffee, there she was standing across the street.
How was it even possible to be so in tune with her?
Through the coffee shop window where we first met, I watched her stop, pull her cell from her pocket and send a text. I glanced down at my own cell, hoping that her text would be to me but it wasn’t. It would have been easy for me to get up and go outside to talk to her but I didn’t. My ass was glued to my chair.
“What’s wrong with you Tyler?”
Brian’s voice broke into my thoughts when he noticed my coffee cup stuck in my hand mid-air. I pointed to where she was standing. Brian’s mouth formed an “O” when he saw her.
“She’s back?”
“Obviously.”
I took a long sip of my black coffee. The more I looked at her, the more annoyed I became that she looked unfazed, happy and not thinking about me.
“Did she tell you that she was back in town?”
“No.”
We were silent for a minute.
“Was she supposed to let you know?”
“No.”
“But you expected her to, right?”
“I don’t know. I guess so.”
“Are you going to go talk to her?”
“No.”
I’d let her invade my thoughts too much. It was time to shake off the hold she had on me. Sometimes I wished I’d never met her.
Brian didn’t press the issue and we continued to observe her.
“How many times have you been in love Tyler?”
“Twice,” I said without thinking.
“Really? Twice?”
I watched her slip her cell into her purse and walk away until she was out of sight.
“Yeah, and both times it’s been with her,” I said without thinking again.
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