Epilogue.

Whelp. Now it's finally done.

June 22.
Athens, Texas.
It's been 7 seven years since I've been back. And in a week I'd be gone again.
I sat on my old soccer field I used to play on when I was in the little leagues. My ball is by my feet, and I drink a bottle of once-was ice water from my bottle as sweat runs down my face.
And I thought about Germany.
Mostly about Bobby.
I couldn't help but remember everything. The unlikely odds about how we met - and the lesser odds of falling in love.
Out of the hundreds of bases in Europe, I got the one he was at.
Out of the simple mistake of putting me in band class, I stayed in.
Out of the six other sax players that could've gone - I was chosen for Honor band.
And out of the three Autotech classes, I got the one he was in.
Out of all the people he could've gone with to the Shoppette, I went.
And out of all the people he could've said 'I love you' too-
It was me.
I sighed and watched a dad and his daughter practice at nearby softball field.
I had no idea if I'd see him again. Was he thinking about me? I hoped so.
I wish he knew how much I really missed him.
But as I stood up to go, I took solace in knowing one thing.
That if I could do it all over again, I would.
And I wouldn't change a single thing.
Even if it meant ending up with a broken heart.