His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I sat there, speechless, unable to even think. The one choice I silently hoped he wouldn't make was the one he did make. But I held back the tears. "Okay," I muttered, as I slowly dressed. He watched me, in silence, nothing to be said. "Well, good-bye," I said and headed for the doorway. "Wait", he whispered in my ear. "I'll miss you. I'm sorry." I smiled sadly and replied, "I know."
I walked out the door, knowing things would be different. But where the future would lead, no one knew. As I walked toward the car, I stopped a few feet away, and looked over my shoulder. I saw him in the window, watching me walk away. His choice was made.
Days turned into weeks, which turned into months, which faded into years. He never forgot how his being unable to fight his temptation lost him a friend. Some days he regretted it. And others he simply wished that he had taken more time to think it over.
He couldn't believe his eyes. There I was, standing at the bar. He hadn't seen me in years. But was I willing to forget the decision that he made years ago? There was only one way to tell. He walked up to me, and said, "Hi, remember me?" "Oh my God!" I said. The shocked expression on my face said it all. "How have you been?" I asked. "Okay...do you forgive me?" He had to know. I stood there silent for what seemed like hours. Finally, I looked him straight in the eyes, and answered.