It was a Friday night late in my junior year. I could've been out at a party or on a date, but, despite invitations for both, I just wasn't feeling too social at that point. After my last break-up, I decided to concentrate on school. And I was so worn out from waiting tables anyway.

So I was doing my homework when someone knocked. Even though my father had told me many times not to answer the door without finding out who it was first, without thinking I opened the door. And my jaw dropped at the sight of my visitor.

"Tony!" I gasped.

"Hey, Kathleen. Can I come in?"
I could've slammed the door in his face. We hadn't exactly parted on good terms. But he was as handsome as ever and he still made me weak in the knees. So I nodded.

He stepped in and closed the door behind him. "How, how have you been?"

"All right. You?"

He shook his head. "It's no good, Kathleen."

"What?"

"She's not you. I was a fool to leave."

"Oh."

"Can you forgive me?"
I could've said no, but it was never easy saying no to him. And this was what I wanted and had given up hope for months ago.

"Let's discuss this in the bedroom," I said.

…

The sex was as wonderful as I remembered. He knew how to renew my energy. When we were basking in the afterglow, he said, "I guess it's a little late to ask this, but have you been seein' anyone?"

I sighed. "Well, there was this one guy last year."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. We met in Art History class."

"Oh? We met in an art class."

"I know, but he wasn't an Art major. He was studying Education. He wants to be a teacher."

"A different type for you, huh?"
"Yeah. We had some things in common, but I don't know." I didn't want to tell him that this guy left me for another woman, too. Especially since from what I hear, he still hasn't even told his boss he wants her. It would almost have been easier to take if he'd cheated on me, although even at the time I knew it was for the best.

"How was the sex?"

"Good. Not as good as with you, but you know."

"Yeah? So this Education major, what was his name?"

I almost lied, but I felt like he'd find out anyway. He could always see through me. "Well, actually it was Tony."

My Tony laughed. "Yeah? That must've been convenient. You never had to worry about calling out the wrong name."

I tugged on his ear, the one with the ring. "Very funny, Tone. Actually, at that point, a year ago, that was an argument against it. I was a little rude to him when I first met him."

"I'm sorry I gave you such a dislike to my name."

"Well, I got over it, obviously."

"Yeah. So what happened? Why aren't you still with him?"

I sighed. "Well, I told him it didn't feel right, leading someone on, when in the back of your mind there's someone else."

"Oh, Sweetie!"

"Tony, my Tony!"

We made love again and I knew that this was how it was meant to be. The other Tony was just part of my journey, back to where I belong.