“No, we just realized we didn’t need to get married.”
Reading over my shoulder while I worked on a story about the new law governing tattooing, Kimberly asked, “How long was the relationship?”
“Seven years.”
“So tell me, what really happened?” Sandi said as we walked out to our cars to go home at the end of the day Friday.
“I realized I didn’t love him anymore.”
“That’s a good reason to call it off,” she said, talking over the hood of her car.
“Yeah, but I still feel bad. Yesterday, I got an early wedding gift from my college advisor. I sent him a letter telling him I was getting married and told him the date. Since he is going to Russia for six months he figured he would send his gift early.”
“Well what are you going to do?”
“Send it back and hope it reaches him before he leaves.”
“What is it?”
“A framed copy of some love poem writing by an obscure Russian poet.”