We had the day off; actually, we are not due in until Thursday. Super Tuesday and all that, we have campaigns to work on. Not me, I did not get a call.
So I did something I did not want to, but had to. I drove deep into Virginia to visit my first girlfriend, drop some flowers on it, poured a bottle of Mondovi Rose on it, she used to really like that. I was not worried about meeting her parents, that would have been easy to explain. Not her husband though, whom I have never met, and never should. I wish him peace.
I never could stop loving her. You never forest your first. She had a fundamental problem that she never did recognize. When she wanted a man's love, she got it. I loved her beyond all reason. She was my first date, my first kiss, my first love, my first truly intimate experience. Though it was almost nothing, it was huge to us. After all, sex was for marriage. For her, it was.
Since she was still married at the time of her death, I assume her second wedding was working out better than her first.
In between marriages, she reestablished contact, but ceased eventually. That is a sure sign that she wants nothing more to do with you; she has found someone else, and her loyalty to you falls away like Autumn leaves. Her loyalty belongs to another.
I have moved on. I have done things with women she would never do. Aisha is the love of my life. But I will never stop loving this poor girl, who died to young.
RIP, Babe.