From Prince to Ghost

Some dates are worth sharing. Some are worth forgetting.

Some people will move you. Some people will change you. Scar you. Or lift you.

Some will be forgotten. Some will be forever remembered.

Some last two days. Some last two months.

Not quite a relationship. Yet notable.

A story.

We dated.

One dinner he cooked.

One dinner I cooked.

Once it was takeout.

Once we ate out.

There was just one hot tub night.

And one walk to the river.

A couple movies.

A few songs.

Some coffees.

One bottle of wine.

A sample of what could be.

Many mornings, it seemed.

Many evenings, it felt.

Only to stop.

Abruptly.

For the best, he said.

For the best, I knew.

Like a single page in a book.

A beautiful passage.

Memorable.

Moving.

Then turned.

A simple part in a bigger story.

A fleeting moment in a life.

Over in a blink.

So quick. Too quick?