Another (VERY) short story:
It was a running joke: I would suggest a swim in the harbor. He would tell me there was too much pollution to swim.
“It’s probably all the tea,” was my response.
And we would both laugh.
A walk through Boston Garden. A trip to Faneuil Hall. Those days with Jack made my heart flutter and my feet float above the ground. The love between us blinded. The truth was far less poetic.
A year after we met, Jack met someone else and didn’t even bother to tell me we were over.
An Unexplored Wilderness 