It had been a while since my Old Flame and I had last got together. In Port Perry it all went well, quite well actually, we agreed there were no regrets. I still recall our chance encounter at Madrocks, in Oshawa of all places, with fond memories.
Some may think I was apprehensive about getting together again but to be honest I was looking forward to it. Fittingly, some would say ironically, we sat by the fire. Raven, my Old Flame by a new flame, the fire shedding a little light on the darkness, no burning questions. Maybe my unintentional intention was a romantic setting? That certainly wasn’t my intention, or was it?
After the pleasantries afforded by a pour and a silent toast to days gone by, I sensed a bit of harshness, an intenseness I hadn’t expected. But as Raven warmed a bit I’m not sure if it was my imagination or not, but some sweetness emerged. Not much mind you, not enough to give the wrong impression. But maybe, just maybe, a harkening back to those salad days. Raven always had no shortage of taste which begs the question why me?* Why anyone? You know what they say, “even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometimes”.**
Who knows when we’ll get together again, but this bittersweet rendezvous left me looking forward to our next encounter.
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