Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #11 February 2015 | Page 9

“Yeah, you said I wasn’t passionate enough. I
told you I loved you but you said I was boring,
frigid – passionate-less.”
He always said I was too quiet when we made
love. He always used to whisper, ‘Scream for
me baby’. He didn’t like how reserved I was
back then.
He can’t hold my gaze. “I’m – I am sorry about
that. I’ve grown up a bit since then. I’m sorry if
I hurt you?”
“No, well, yes you did – but I learnt from it.
You gave me a lot to think about. You always
said how cold and calculating I was and you
were right. I really did - I mean I still do – you
know, love you.”
He looks uncomfortable – I think he might cry.
“Look, I’m grateful to you because you made
me stop and think about what I wanted from
life, where I was going.”
He nods. I don’t know if that is because he understands or not – at least he’s listening to me.

I sit opposite him. He hasn’t changed much in ten years.
He’s still got those icy blue eyes.
“So why are we here?” he asks.
“I’ve missed you John. It’s been a long time since we were
‘seeing’ each other.”
I notice him wringing his hands over and over.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I wasn’t very nice to you when we
parted.”
“It was pretty brutal but you were right.”
“I was?”

“You see I am passionate – I just couldn’t find
a way to show you. Perhaps not in the way you
wanted. There are lots of kinds of passion. For
a long time after you ended our relationship I
was lost. I wanted to show you though, that I
had a flame burning within, although maybe
not the kind you had thought of. I decided to
make something of myself.”
He grins at me weakly. “I’m pleased for you. I –
I was never good enough for you.”
“I figured out early that I had drive – ambition.
After I knew I had this kind of passion, all I
had to do was figure out how to make something of it, so I could show you.”
“You don’t have to show me anything. Honestly, I’m sorry for the past. Let’s get out of here.”

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