She asked for a last date. I agreed. She had three requests.
“Can we have our last date for an entire day?” She asked.
I said we could. We’ll spend the day together, present in the moment.
“Can we act like we’re still together?”
It was her second request. I agreed. I said I’d treat her the way I did back in college. Back when we were in love beyond humanly possible and we believed we’d make it through a lifetime, together.
“Thank you.”
I thought for a moment.
“What’s the last request?”
She hesitated.
“I’ll tell you during our date.”
It was a quiet July morning. Yellow sun, blue sky. A few clouds hovered in the distance, ready to filter the heat at high noon.