It was nearly five years since she broke my heart with an email on Christmas Eve from halfway across the world and pangs still filled my chest when she invaded my mind, unbidden, daily.
But a part of me kept waiting until I saw her again that homecoming weekend.
On Friday, we talked until the bar lights chased us out. Saturday, we kept going well past dawn, parting only when a dreary morning rain drove us from Rittenhouse Square. I still loved her, but as I wandered home, the closure I never realized I had been missing finally came.
I heard a few years back she had married someone else. So did I.