Romantic Dinner Gone Wrong: A Tale of Love and Loss
What Should Have Been
"Chief, what should be. Go get me the bill."
I was going to ask the painful question, but I feared that in this case, besides the pain, there would be relief. Just as we saw, some time ago, both of us together, hand in hand, her and me.
I always dined alone at tables of ten. This time, it was reserved, and even less for two. We chose the most romantic, isolated table, the only one we thought had never been used.
We came hungry for many things, willing to quench every thirst. Boredom was never an option. Staying with desire wasn't on the menu.
For a while, everything was deconstructed, all wrong. We ate with our eyes, touched with our lips, and tasted with our skin. We were in all shifts, over and under the tablecloth, and there...