My Spring affair appears to be over. The last time I saw Ambria was on the 4th of July. I’ve documented our brief texts in the last chapter.
I didn’t respond to her “Aww shucks I made other plans” statement. The few people I’ve confided in have told me I did the right thing.
It sort of just leaves everybody hanging though. Most people like an ending wrapped up but this one ends like a foreign film.
There is no conclusion. No break up. We may never find out what happened to Ambria. Sad part is, I feel nothing. Annabelle ended badly with pain and sadness.
Michelle ended on sort of a grateful happy note.
Current girlfriend, Cherie still going strong. Bless her.
But this one? We saw each other once or twice a week for a month and then it comes to a climax in a condo at the Ritz Carlton in Atlantic City.
After that, it’s just dead. Over as quickly as it began. I’m really okay with it all, but it would be interesting to find out what tore it. I spoke to my partner Achilles, and he simply said; “You don’t want to know.”
He’s right. Why simply be curious? It’s done for whatever reason and we’ll leave it at that. I think that a lesser man would be calling and texting and who knows what else to find out what happened.
Maybe she just needed to get laid. She had pushed for sex since the second date. Once she sort of got what she wanted, she swam off.
I’ve been at this a long time. My senses are razor-sharp when it comes to affairs of the heart, that I knew immediately something was up.
I know what I am, and I’m aware of what I’ve done. Nobody got hurt. Least of all me. But I’ll tell you what I won’t ever be… one of Ambria’s, “recyclables” (See: Ambria – 2017 – Ray of Light)
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