Honeymoon

School Memory.   So, I'm now attending John Carroll University. I'm commuting. I live at home with my parents. I actually like commuting because I'm not really the dorm type. Plus I have a part-time job and a boyfriend and my job and my boyfriend aren't anywhere near John Carroll. So it works. But there's this boy. He commutes too. I know this because I stalked him for 2 years. Well. I did. We would see each other between certain classes or during certain parts of the day, but as soon as he'd look at me, I'd look away. I could not hold eye contact with this boy. And forget about ever talking to him. I couldn't do that either. He talked to me a few times... and I think I stopped breathing. I can't remember what happened after that. His name was Alex. And he graduated a year before me. So, it's now 1995, 3 years post-stalking, and I am married to my first husband. We are at the airport, leaving for our honeymoon. And Alex and his new wife are there... also on their honeymoon... on our flight... across the aisle from us. And his wife was cute. And he smiled and said hi. And then he fell asleep on the plane and I watched him sleep (I got away with it because his wife was also asleep). And it was just so... strange.