Bad idea. I almost convinced myself that it was not alright to let somebody just disappear. So I saw her - it was my initiative. The plan was to be cool and non-chalant my way through this reunion. But then the moment I saw her snakes crawled up my esophagus and three months of progress fled to the stratosphere. How could anything be so destructive just by being. I looked around to see if anyone else was shaking. Then I spoke - it was lighting speed babble. I had to tell her everything that happened since I saw her in two minutes or less. This had been inside me like rotting fish. Then I finished not knowing what the hell I just said. She just stood there like cement - gazing off into the wall. Smile, blink, slap me - I'll take anything. If I had a knife I would have stabbed myself. "Nice to see you again" - like I was some acquaintance she saw in the produce aisle. The nails went through the hands - the crucifix was raised. This person had disappeared and she wasn't coming back. History means nothing once it is buried - whoever made this system really didn't understand. Now I needed to start over - don't do this again.