I sat at the little café, the same one I had sat at for the
last two days trying to figure out how to talk to him. I had gone by the
address and had seen him out in the garden with her. He looked the same yet
different. They laughed as they played spraying each other with water. I looked
away when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. I got back to my room as
fast as I could and spent the rest of the night curled up on my bed crying. He
looked so happy, so in love with that woman. I second guessed disrupting his
life. Here things were easier for him; he didn’t have to deal with any of the
craziness I brought into his life. It was Mulo telling me to let it go and come
home that made me want to stay. I had come this far and I wouldn’t give up that
easily. That’s what he wanted and I refused to leave without even talking to
him. I pulled out the picture of us and the boys taken the day we moved into
the new house trying to decide how to approach him. We looked so happy, he was
happy with me even with all of the craziness. I finished the last of my latte,
then got up to leave backing into someone.
“Perdonatemi.” (pardon me) His accent was
flawless but his voice was still the same. I stood there frozen unable to speak
as I stared into the face of a ghost.
“Oh Marcus.” I cried wrapping my arms around
his neck without thinking.
He was shocked for a moment to have a stranger fling
herself on him but recovered removing my arms from around his neck and taking a
step back. He had a fleeting look of what I thought was recognition when he
looked at me but it quickly passed.
“I'm sorry Miss but I believe you have me confused with someone.”
I knew he wouldn’t know me but it
didn’t make it hurt any less. Since he didn't recognize his name, I guess he didn't know who he was. Mulo really wanted to make sure we never found each other again. Seeing him, realizing he truly had no idea of who I was, was the sign I needed to just walk away. I turned and quickly grabbed up my bag.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.
Excuse me.” I tried to move past him but he grabbed my arm, his brows scrunched
together in concentration looking as if he was attempting to recall something.
