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She and I looked at each other. We'd been friends for years, there were things unsaid between us. If they were ever going to be said the time to say them was now. I felt.

In her eyes I could see that she wanted me to say these things. I suppose that she could see the same thought in my eyes.

She said nothing, I don't know why. I said nothing because I was pretty sure that we'd meet again and that anything that we said at this moment would make our future meetings fraught. I was wrong about that. So far we've never laid eyes on each other again.

I'm happy, functional and alive. Still, I can never listen to, 'this charming man' without seeing her face in my mind and wondering, what if?

And then I remember the first time that I saw my wife's face; the look in her eyes; the feeling in my soul. The days we spent together, the talks that we had. I love the Smiths, but this song will always makes me cry from joy. It's my Tish and mines.

I shall no more chase chimera.

For I have what I really desired.