Remember When?

I sent her a text message a few days ago, acknowledging the one year anniversary of our first date when, like teenagers, we made out on the shores of the Hooch.  I asked her if she remembers when and she responded, "Of course, I remember when."  I would have been hurt if she had forgotten so soon.

We chit-chatted for a time before the conversation turned serious when I asked why we stopped dating.  She told me it became too much for her to handle.  When she said this, it was like a weight lifted; it gave me some closure that has long been missing.  Before, I only got excuses for missed opportunities.

Her answer doesn't explain everything, but it is good enough for now.  I suspected emotional overload, but it meant so much to hear her actually say it.  So, in a follow-up email the next morning, I thanked her.  I told her the women in my past remain dear, and if at anytime, she wants a beer, a roll in the hay or a male friend just to talk to, I'll be there.  She only needs to call on me.

Sadly, I know she won't.