i felt my heart fall down into the deep dark pits of my stomach as she said, "we stopped serving lunch."

did i hear her correctly? maybe it wasnt true... but why would she lie to me? i peered over her shoulder into the back room and saw how empty it was. i saw the spot where he usually was (untill he came up front to say hello to me) standing vacant.

i fought back the urge to ask what he was doing now. where he was, would i ever see him around again... but now i wish i had asked those questions. i long to know...

i just wanted to be his friend. thats all.

there are very few things in my life that i would do differently, if given to chance to go back. but, if given the chance to go back to last friday afternoon, the afternoon that i finally talked with him for even a few brief moments... if given the chance to go back to that time knowing that would be his last day there, i would have asked him to sit down with me for a cup of coffee. i would have asked him if he would like to sit with me outside and hang out for a while. just to talk. just to be friends. if i had only known...

i doubt our paths will ever cross again.

but there is always hope...

do i really belive that though?
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