To the Southern Boy..

Do you remember when we got lost? We got off the subway at least 10 miles to early and, asked that old man for directions. It did not take a translator for me to realize he found us entertaining. He told us that we were only a few stops away and we decided to walk. Then after walking two miles we realized how far away we were and upon venturing back to the subway we ran into the same man who was then openly laughing at us as he passed on his bike. You thought I would be infuriated but I was merely entertained. As much as I wanted to experience it all there was a part of me that wished we would get lost again so we could run into that same man. It was the only place that we ever really seemed to stop fighting. It is the only place after so many years together that I really felt like I loved you...maybe it is because we went through hell and back at that one temple. It is hard not to think about it. Did you think walking down those steps into the Buddhist version of hell, "hey I have been here, and I am pretty sure it was with her too."  There are times I wish I had never gone there with you. You know months later when we realized it would not work I had to sit there with my son the one who you made so many promises to. Who you talked to when he could not listen and was still growing in me. Whom you had come to know since before he was born and explain to him why you were no longer there. You would always say to me that I needed to be stronger. That as we went on dating I had come to be less of an amazonian that I had turned frail. I will never understand how you were so blinded to what was really happening.