“So you’re saying that we ought not to leave on a sad note, am I right?”
“Exactly,” I said.
“Okay.”
“So, how do we do this?’ she asked, sporting a brave smile.
“Just ask me something humorous, that’s a start.”
“Something humorous,” she murmured thoughtfully. “What if it’s just an innocent question?”
“Sure, that’ll work,” I said, as we arrived at the TSA security station.
“I once asked you if you ever dated a Native American and you sidestepped the answer to that. Well, have you ever?”
“Actually, you asked me if I ever slept with a Native American,” I came back with a wide grin.
“Okay, so I was being a little evasive. Well?”
“No, I never slept with a Native American woman.”
“And you better not think about it,” she chuckled.
Taking her into my embraced, we merged our lips and for a few seconds we were one. It was a kiss so powerful and so passionate I pondered whether or not we would escape it. Not that we wanted to. But in the end, when it was all said and done, we simply released ourselves, our lips still parted slightly.
“I love you Diana,” I declared, holding her by the shoulders.
“And I love you Sheldon,” she said sweetly. “I always will.”
“Well, I have to go before I miss my flight.”
“I guess you ought to, although I don’t want you to,” she quipped.
“Okay, but no tears, all right.”
“No tears,” she said.
“That’s right, my love,” I dropped in.
I watched sadly as she reluctantly turned and began to walk away. Diana was my world. She had become my everything. This endowed and personable woman was the reason behind my happiness and my joy. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind.
“Diana,” I called out to her, after a thought flashed across my mind.
She turned and gazed back at me. Her eyes were moist and slightly reddish.
“What about you? You know the Native American thing we just talked about? Have you ever, you know?”
Smiling, she replied, as she put on her sunglasses. “Now, wouldn’t you like to know.”
At that moment, I broke out laughing. She did too.
“Okay,” I managed to say, still chuckling. “You’re still all right with me.”
“You’re all right with me, too,” she said with a solemn gaze.
Extending my arm, I pointed towards her and blew her a loving kiss her way.
Waving, she smiled, turned and walked away.
After I made it through the security check point with most of my dignity still intact, I made my way towards my departure gate. In a short while, I became lost in my thoughts. The subject was love. You see, to love was to have a sense of humor. Love without humor was nothing more than a failed attempt to latch onto some unlikely and unachievable illusion, an exercise in despair, so to speak. My advice was to seek love but wrap it in humor. Humor, like love, is universal and everlasting. Like the I-95 corridor, one’s journey through life can be long and treacherous and even inauspicious at times, yet it can be just as equally rewarding. As Diana had shown me, while we’re here on earth we oughta make life worth the ride.
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