Brick Bookstore And Love That Used To Be

Remember the good old days

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I think that I would like to travel.

I would go to Europe and stroll along sure old cobblestone steps and then maybe stop to browse.

“You’ve got some nerve coming around here,” said a familiar female voice.

I’m in London, of course, and I shouldn’t have spent the last of my savings on this particular trip, but I did and this is where I ended up.

“Hello, my love," I said to her, though I was quickly distracted by the little fish and chips place at the corner, and how you don’t get chips because you get fries, so it should be fish and fries, but that doesn’t make any sense. And they want twenty pounds for the second package with a drink? What?

“Why did you have to come back?" she said to me, exasperated as she was at my inattentiveness to her conversation.

“Keira,” I said. It was hard for me to talk to her.

“It is Mrs. Keira Keys now."

“I like the sound of that. It’s beautiful.”

“Stop it. Stop being so wonderful. I can’t stand it when you do that."

“I know that I promised I would stay away," I said.

“You did promise.”

“But these were the best times of my life. I remember all the nights we walked to this bookstore, and then night after night at the pubs.”

“You said you wouldn’t come back."

“I know. I couldn’t help myself. I just missed you too much.”

“But I’m married now, and I’ve moved on from you.”

“I know. I will stay away."

“No, you won’t. Let me see that." She took the plane ticket out of my pocket.

“It’s not what you think."

“Yes it is," she replied. “You don’t have a return ticket. That means you’re going to stay a while, and maybe a long time at that.”

“It’s just that I need to have you in my life, if only a glance every once in a while."

She looked at me. When she didn’t say anything, I knew that it was going to be all right.

“Don’t buy those fish and chips," she said as she looked across the way. “They’re overpriced."

She waved goodbye as she headed for the tube. I missed her already, but I was happy to have the joy back in my heart.

Sure, I shouldn’t have spent the last of my money to get myself to London to be around a former lover who couldn’t be mine again. It didn’t make much sense.

But as you know, sometimes the love you have for someone is the most powerful force in the universe.

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writer and novelist. traveler and adventurer. looking for fun in the sun. chasing the dream. can't stop the feeling that time is going faster.

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