A few men asked me out. Some were kind enough that I wished I could love them.
After a while, I couldn’t bear another disappointment. I stopped looking.
I finished school. I taught English. I traveled when I could and became the aunt who brought ridiculous birthday presents.
A few men asked me out. Some were kind enough that I wished I could love them.
Ruth, my sister, once said, “You can miss Thomas and still have a life.”
“I have a life.”
I got angry with her, although she hadn’t been cruel.
“I know. I just wish you’d let someone share it.”
I got angry with her, although she hadn’t been cruel.
Eventually, she stopped asking.
I wasn’t unhappy every day. I loved my students, enjoyed my family, and made a life I was proud of. But whenever I saw a plane overhead, I blew it a kiss and pressed my palm to my heart.
