jaylar
I looked at Mickey Gaynor entering the room. He didn’t see me. He didn’t even look around to see who was there. He was focused on the woman beside him.
I remembered those decades ago when I was the woman beside him.
I remembered when we were young residents at the hospital, immersed in the work and in each other. I remember how it was to be the woman beside Mickey Gaynor.
I remember how quickly I disposed of all other boy friends and potentials to have only one; Mickey. I remember how all my friends, everyone I knew, was shelved, for Mickey Gaynor was the only person I wanted to be with. Wanted to talk to.
I looked at Mickey Gaynor, seating at a far table with his wife, not appearing much older than he did twenty five years ago.
