I think it was easier this way

Sometimes the thought cross my mind where was I that I was not in the Village Station that evening in Dalls back 1998. Going down in memory lane, I remember the first half of the year I spend it working in 3 projects and dividing my time between Miami, Caracas and Jamaica. Then I took another job with another consulting firm based out Chicago but the office I reported to was NYC. Therefore, I spend the whole summer working in NYC in which I dislike the city and its people. Then I was send to London where I was very happy and came back from that assignment in time for Thanksgiving.

I was in love back them. We took our first ski vacation in Europe that winter. Then, client paid for him to travel to NYC one weekend. We went to see Miss Saigon that time. I paid a lot for tickets but I had to do it. There was another story that happens years before in Houston involving the same play and me being dumped. Then My brother had this crazy idea to chrising his kid in Caracas. He wanted to visist Caracas and my family as weel who they were fun of him btw. So we flew on a Friday morning in late summer and came back from Caracas on Sunday aroudn noom. I remember he helped pack for London since my plane was schedule for the same day that afternoon. He joined me in London a week later. It was my birthday present to him and we used tickets that I purchased to go to Paris but since there was an hurricane going through Miami while I was in meetings in New Jersey and the chrising in Venezuela we had to cancel trip to Paris. I remember as well that July 4th he met me in San Fracisco. My flight out of JFK and his out MIA were delayed due to you know how SFA can be.

Funny how I remember all that for that year, it is because at times I wonder if I ever would have had the chance to be the one in the Village Station as you coming in looking for a bathroom that night instead of him. Last time I was in Dallas was on business back in 1996. I remember he was not used to me traveling for work so he gave me one of those scenes. I think that was the last time he ever took me to the airport. Last time he picked me up in an airport was when I was coming just for the weekend from Sidney. The things that one does for love, flying round trip from the other conner of the world to spend the weekend together. It is not use to run the scenario of the village station and me in stead of him. I was as much in love and devoted to him as you are to him now.

Neverthless, I noticed how last night neither this morning you said good bye. Neverthless, deep down I wish you a wonderful trip. I think what you are doing by finally being able to share time together in the city where you grew up is wonderful. It shows one more time how much you have came around from the man I met again that cold night in NYC and told me he was flying back the same day as me to South Florida to catch a cruise with his ex and family. How confuse I was a year ago trying to make sense who really was your lover when you told me you were not single. Finally, I remember telling you that you were going to pay for taking the cruise last year even thought he was indeferent to you going on that trip that morning in DC. Maybe that was the reason for your behaviour that Sunday while you were passing through South Florida on your way back from the cruise.

Remember this is me talking to him in case you ever read this but I truely wishe you safe jurney. I was preparing all night to sound happy for you but I guess this was a better way to handel things.