I didn't bother to call you to tell you the last thing i wrote about you

Now your a vegan

I find it amazing when people are still just as beautiful in real life, as they are in my memory. I can see her face through the glass of the coffee shop I work at, and she walks through the doors. I am in total shock and she puts her money down on the counter without looking up, counting the various one dollar bills that she pulled from her pocket.

Half Navaho girl looks up at me with her green eyes and looks like she just went into shock. "Oh…Hey, it's you."

"Yeah, it is. It has been a while." I say.

"Sure has…"

We make small talk and start asking how the other has been sense the 3 months we haven't talked. She still works at the health food store, and I told her about my living in Portland. I got the feeling that she was feeling a bit more relaxed than the nervous first glance, so I pull out a slip of paper from the credit card machine and start writing down a series of numbers.

"This is my phone number at my parents house. You should really call me sometime," I say and hand the slip of paper to her.

"Alright, I should give you my number too." She starts looking around for a pen.

"I already have your number," I told her, and she looked right up at me. "I thought I would save it from last time in case I needed it for some reason."

"You never called me back," I saw her sorrow dangling in the air like an apathetic tear drop about to fall. "I guess I don't blame you."

"Yeah…" was all I could say. I wanted to say sorry but I know I wouldn't mean it, and she wouldn't accept it.

"Really though, lets get together." I said.

"Alright, I come down to Utah County at least once a week for my job, and I am going to move to Orem soon."

I gave her the vegan coffee drink I improvised for her and told her it was on the house. She tried to tip, and I tried to refuse, and she placed the money in the jar anyway.

As I watched her walk out of the coffee shop I couldn't help but remember the last thing we told each other three months ago.

"I'm getting really fucking angry grant."

"Fine," I told her. "I'll just walk from here."

A block away I wrote exactly how I felt on a near by electric meter.

'I always pick FUCKING losers'

I heard somewhere it was good advice to not believe eveything that you read. The same might be true about the things you write or say...
In anycase, i hope i was wrong about that one.