My Conversation with Meghan

After a long day, I came home, checked my mail, and took a three hour nap from 20:00 until 23:00. I got up, checked my mail, and saw that Meghan was online.
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[23:18] Andrew: Hey.

[23:19] Meghan: I'm in a really bad mood right now, so it may be best to leave me be
( Which, of course, leads to a long conversation. )

Comments appreciated.

I loved her once

I loved her once. We were young, and I use that as an excuse. It was a crisp autumn early in my college years, before I knew enough to be more wary of such things. She was an English Major and I was a Mechanical Engineer. I never would have even met her if my room-mate Martry hadn't brought her over to 'study' for their Shakespeare exam. Of course, he had little intention of studying, and I'm pretty sure she was aware of that. I was there when they showed up, and polite 'hellos' turned into a rather extensive conversation about politics and social issues. She had a beautiful smile. Marty wasn't in on the conversation, though, and at the first opening he gave me that "you need to be somewhere else now" look, so I made some excuse and left. Whatever they'd had, it didn't last long. She stopped coming over after a while, and Marty wasn't the sort of guy to 'talk' about things. The next time I saw her was at the Cafeteria a couple months later. She was passing out fliers for a social-awareness event, and asked if I was going to be there. I might say I went because it looked interesting, but that'd be a lie. It did look interesting, but I went because I wanted to see her again. We started spending lots of time together, eating meals in the cafeteria and talking about current events. She wanted to get a sociology minor; I was having enough trouble with just my major. We argued a lot, she always seemed to be on the wrong side of every issue, but it was never bad. You know how usually there are hard feelings when you get in an argument about touchy issues? It was never like that. in fact, I liked her more every time she stood up to me and defended her point. We dated, actually dated, for a few months as Juniors. It was nice, but it really wasn't different, you know? We did the same things we always did, and we were happy with that. OK, yeah, there was more kissing, and she saw Marty for the first time since their little fling; he didn't seem to remember her. We didn't really have a break-up. Graduation came and she went off to Miami to get a graduate degree. I got a job back home in Colorado. We kept in touch through AIM and email for a while, but the contact became weaker and weaker as it became more apparent that we weren't really a part of each other's lives any more. It's been about a year now since I talked to her last. She'd moved up to New Hampshire and was seeing a Lawyer from New York or something. Her sister got married, and her father got sick. But that was all a while ago. Really, I don't know her any more. I might not even recognize her if I saw her. But I loved her, once.