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Pure anticipation – could this be it? The moment that I had told
Myself would never come, yet had been hoping for, calling for, praying for, for the last ten months – God it’s cold in here, what would I do if I didn’t have such an amazing thing to snuggle up against? We turned onto the main road; the Pine Hill sign gently slides past with the first telephone pole. She starts off by saying, “last serious question?” Oh that string of three questions. The first one and also the second were simple enough, basic concerns and favors, would I learn something about TM with no commitment she asked. And how were we supposed to stay in contact when she went off to that alien land of Iowa that I had never heard of, except those few times we had mindlessly driven through it. “Absolutely”, I said, promising that I would do everything in my power to keep our friendship together. But up until this car ride I could never get out of her what that last and haunting question was. And now she had asked if this was a good time, could it be, could this question be the one I had hoped it would be ever since I knew of its existence? It’s amazing how bright the stars are, the second telephone pole barley noticed flickered by, “Do you want to get back together with me?” She asked - - My answer where was my answer? That beautiful symphonetta of words that I had been mulling over, composing for not just any event, but for this event, that I had hoped into being, God where was my answer? I couldn’t find it; it was lost in the deafening roar of the Alleluia Chorus now tearing through my mind --- Yes, the last telephone passed completely unmarked.