I enjoyed our get-together last Saturday. I don’t know what I expected. I guess I expected a fight to erupt between us.
But instead we shared hors d’oeuvres and laughter. We cried too. I think I enjoyed the crying more than the laughter because the tears came on the tail of the laughter. Somehow, almost in the blink of an eye, I realized, through tears, through previous heartbreak, through eventual maturity, how much I loved you.