Heather: We were running through the airport, so you could catch your plane back to Dallas.
"If I donít make that flight, Iím dead," you told me. "Alan will throw my stuff to the curb and Iíll never see him again."
We arrived at the gate, breathless, before the door was closed, but instead of boarding, you stopped, looked at me deep and asked, "what if I donít get on?"
We both knew the answer Ė you had no choice Ė and now youíve gone on with your life. But it was nice pretending for a while.