October 8, 2001
'Wait for me.' He said. So she did, but she soon got tired of waiting. She finally moved on and wandered down ways she never thought she would have known. Time passed and one day she found herself thinking of him. She wondered if she had waited if her life would have still been filled with tacky bars and too many sweaty bodies pressed against hers in cheap hotel rooms. She took a deep drag on her cigarette and felt her lungs protest, but not loudly enough to make her quit. Sometimes she still dreams about knights in shining armor.