“How many times has he let you down already? How many times do you think he’ll do that
again?”
“It will work this time.”
“I… I love you, Pam.”
“Look, Mark. I’m really glad about the time we spent together. I’m serious. You were seriously one of the greatest guys I’ve ever been with. But it’s time to move on. You can find someone better than an insensitive bitch like me. You’re a great father. Find someone who can look
after your daughter. She deserves better than a nobody like me.”
“Pam…”
You fool, don’t you realize it’s hurting you more the longer you hold on, than it’s hurting
me?
“Ok, that’s it. I’m leaving, big guy. Don’t cry so much, you big softie.”
We stand there for a few more moments, you staring at me like I’m about to disappear
forever. You might be right. You hand me my
luggage.
“Thanks.”
“I’ll get you something to drink.”
“No thanks, I’m gonna
be late for my flight. Sorry.”
I light another Marlboro red and start
smoking as I hurry off. You look at me with those goddamn sad eyes. You glance at the clock
and realize I’m probably going to miss my flight. You hope I notice, and stay, but I pretend
that I’m not looking at you. You want to say something, but right then a security guard cuts
me off and stares at me.
“Can I smoke in here?”
“No.”
I throw away my cigarette and take off my sunglasses and you see my face.
I look so damn sad.
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