Yet Again

Short story.

     She stared into her closet.  Not sure what to wear, she closed the door and walked into the bathroom.  "What am I supposed to do with this?" she said, implying about her hair.  It was too warm to wear down but wearing it down was a subtle rarity that she wanted to explore. If she wore her hair up, she would feel too sophisticated. I mean after all,  she wasn't going into work.  Then it was back to her wardrobe.  She didn't own a dress so that was out of the question. Though that didn't matter.  She knew that whatever she wore she would be complimented in the most gracious, beautiful way.  She smiled.  She was getting excited while feeling extremely anxious and slightly nervous.

     Just one last look in the mirror and some final adjustments to her hair and she was ready to walk out of the door.  The moment she did this it was like the past didn't matter anymore, like her tears never actually fell and her loneliness never existed.  She pulled up to the restaurant.  Her hands were shaking, palms sweaty and heart racing.  A lot of thoughts were going through her head in a matter of seconds as she sat there in her car.  There was one particular thought that stuck with her the most though which was, "in all of this time of letting go, this is what is has come to." 

     She didn't want hear any apologies or any explanations.  She merely hope that they could just pick up from where they had left off so many months ago.  She took a deep breath and reached for her purse.  She then went to grab her phone that was sitting in the passenger side seat.  As she picked it up she noticed that she had missed a text message.  At that very moment, everything she had put behind her came rushing back.  Her heart dropped as she read those final two words, "I'm sorry."