I hadn’t seen him in ten years. I couldn’t believe we could stay so angry for 10 years. Both stubborn, both too proud to apoligize. So much wasted time. There we stood in the airport unsure what to say, where to pick up. “No, I quit that job 4 years ago”, I told him. “It’s a shame, you really seemed to like it, nothing lasts forever I suppose.” “No, we’re divorced”, he said. He never loved her, not like he loved me once . We were young and foolish. I couldn’t stay in that town forever, had to see the world even if it meant leaving him behind. He went on without me, working at the business and married a local girl, an admin girl. I saw the world and realized I wasn’t missing much except him. I knew I would have to be the one to make the call, to buy the ticket. We were both stubborn but I was always the peacemaker in the end. So here we were in the airport making peace, making up for lost time, but ten years, damn that’s a long time.