As time passed and I grow older I sometimes find myself wondering what would have happened if my path with Meagan had taken a different route. Where would she and I be if we had met at some other time or same place?
I truly believe each of us has a 'sole mate', was Meagan was mine? She was the one I compared each potential lover with. I knew it wasn't fair to compare her with someone from my past nor was it fair to Meagan. Meagan of course, was not aware that I judged anyone against her, nor will she ever find out.
It has been years since I had seen or talked to Meagan. I knew where she worked, still had her phone number in my cell phone. Our last conversion ended badly and either of us made the effort to Stay in touch with the other.
I bumped into Meagan in a coffee shop while doing some last minute Holiday shopping. She hadn't changed from the last time I saw her. It was awkward as we sat down to catch up. We talked and laughed and then silence fell over us. Talk about uncomfortable. I had to ask - "What do you think happened to us?" We always said we would be friends – why aren't we?"
More silence and then she started talking...........
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Meagan and I first met at a winter dinner put on by our employer. Until that day I didn't even know she existed. I was happily married and my wife and I were expecting our first child, as was Meagan and her husband. She was radiant; although to this day I'm not sure she thought so. At the time, for some unexplained reason I was drawn to her. Not to the point I was willing to divorce my wife on the spot and run away with this girl, but drawn none the less. After that evening, she was gone.
Every now and then thoughts of her would pop in to my head. How was she? Where was she? Did she have a boy of girl?
As the next five or six years sped by, watching children grow and a couple of job transfers, I found my self in a position where I supervised 12 people. This kept me busy, but still allowed me to be home at a decent hour. One of the people in my area was a trainee on her rotation in the department. Her name was Meagan and I found myself strangely drawn to her. Little did I know it was the Meagan I had long forgotten.
Meagan and I became friends to the point that we would share some things but managed to keep our distance on topics. She was not aware of my failing marriage although I knew she was divorced with a daughter. One evening, she told me we had met before – at a company dinner party years before. I felt ashamed that I had not recognized her. She told me all was forgiven!
Her rotation ended and she moved on, although we chatted every once in a while on the phone. My wife stayed together another year and half. We separated shortly after I discover her affair with one of her co-workers and subsequently divorced.
