THE MAN THAT GOT AWAY

by greenbamboostudios

“Today was supposed to be my wedding day.”

 

She states it simply, and softly, in my ear, without a single trace of emotion.

 

She is wearing a gown too fancy to be a Friday night going out dress.

 

It’s not white. But it’s close enough, like a very light ash color.

 

“Will you play Unforgettable?” she asks.

 

Her father is here, and along with the courageous act of a very public dinner, she still wants to go through the motions of this traditional dance tonight.

 

So I play it, and everyone turns to stare at the mesmerizing duo, who have clearly been practicing a long time for this moment.

 

They thank me and return to their table.

 

Her server tells me later that evening that I totally made this woman’s night.

 

She was crying at the table.

 

I didn’t know if the secret was mine to divulge.

 

That those were certainly not tears of joy.

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