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I took a shower, the feeling of the hot water on my skin felt good.

I got out and quickly dressed, doing my hair in the process.  

When I was ready, I went down stairs to the first floor and through the side door to the garage and picked which car I would take. The blue odyssey.  

I pulled into the school parking lot and looked at the time. I was early by about twenty minutes.

That was too much free time.

I pulled out my English book and read through the assignment that was going to be given today. I finished with that and looked up at the time again. I had about seven minutes left.  

That was good enough. I grabbed my stuff and headed to my class, avoiding everyone I knew.

I walked into class as the first bell rang and saw the assignment on the board.  

I was finished with half the period to go.

I walked out of class. I couldn’t do this. Not today.  

I walked back to my car and got in and started off.

I didn’t know where I was going to go and I didn’t care. I just drove. 

I ended up at a coffee shop on the lower west side of town, far away from anything that would remind me of him.

Far away from everything. 

There was a sweet younger lady that took my order and handed my coffee to me. 

I sat at a table in the far corner of the shop and I buried my face in my hands as the tears started to flow. 

“Excuses me, miss?”  

I looked up to find a man. He looked about my age, maybe a year of two older. He was attractive to say the least. His brown hair was slicked back neatly and his bronze skin was flawless. His black eyes searched my face waiting for a response. His benign face was strong and had a certain look to it that I had seen before, but I couldn’t place where. His voice was strong and deep like gold. 

“Yes?” I tried to get the word out in one piece but my voice broke and he motioned to the seat next to mine.  “Would you like to talk about it?” 

It took me a minute to comprehend what he was asking. “You don’t want to hear my sob story.” I stated plainly.  

I expected him to just nod and leave, but he didn’t. He pulled out the chair next to mine and sat down. 

“Sure I do. Why would I offer if I did not?” 

He spoke properly, old fashion almost, and he talked with an accent I couldn’t place.  

I looked into his eyes. They seamed honest enough. Plus I would never see this stranger again in my life. 

I nodded and looked down at the table playing with my hands. “My boyfriend left to London today. And I let him. I didn’t even fight for him. Just let him go. What does that say about me? I abhor myself. I am a horrible person. I can not believe I did that. I just want to take that whole moment back.” 

I looked up to see his reaction. Maybe boyfriend sob stories weren’t his thing. Maybe he’d just nod give his sympathy and leave. But he was just watching me with a dubious look.  

“Did you love him?” 

I couldn’t answer him. No one had ever asked me that before. Not even me. I said I loved him, but was that truly how I felt toward him? No, I guess not. “I felt strongly for him. I would not say love is the exact word.” 

He nodded, understanding. “So what do you plan on doing now? If you think about it, is there anything you can do to change what happened? Do you plan on going after him? Or staying here and regretting you last moment with him?” 

He made sense, in a way. He spoke with a wisdom and confidence that I didn't see in people my age. But I had no clue where in London Tyron had gone.

And as I thought about it more and more, there was nothing I could do to change what happened.  

“So what you’re saying is that there is nothing I can do to change what happened and I should just get over it?” 

He shook his head. “No, it is not as simple as that. I am saying that there is nothing you could have done to change what happened and that you should learn to accept that. I am not implying that you should ‘just get over it.’ but I am saying that even though it will take time and it may hurt, you should try and move on.”  

I nodded and some how, I felt lighter. I smiled a small smile and looked at him. “Thanks. You’ve helped me a lot.” 

I got up and so did he. We walked out and he went his way and I went mine.