(fiction)
Last night I dreamed that I saw the woman I love in church. Although I hadn't seen her in years, and knew she didn't want to talk to me, when I noticed she was wearing a wedding ring I felt compelled to ask: "You're married?" "Yes," she reluctantly answered. "Congratulations," I said. I overheard her tell someone that she lived in Denver but worked in Washington D.C. "It must be a long-distance relationship," I thought, suddenly realizing that she would have stuck it out with me if I had had confidence in us, in her, in me. I looked at her face. It seemed sad. "She still loves me," I thought, but I also knew she'd never admit it. I never saw her again.
