It was a cool autumn night, six months after that day. Mountains of paperwork still covered his desk and he knew it was going to be a long night. But in the end it didn't matter because long days at the office were 10 times better than the long sleepless nights.
Taking one last sip of that black tar before placing it in the nearest trash can before finding her seat was yet another reminder of how her life had changed. Settling into her seat she knew this was going to be one long debate. Long debates or speeches were 10 times better than those long sleepless nights in that lumpy bed.
Separated by miles, both wondering is this really what I want?
What if I said yes?
What if I never gave that stupid ultimatum?
What if I was ready?
What if I never asked?
What if I called?
What if I went to see her?
What if?