(September 30, 2016 at 4:38 pm)Kitty Galore Wrote: I want to see him again, not like that. I kept replaying it and seeing his face in my mind eye.... That has faded now though.
When I was an ambulance driver, I once had to pick up a biker - as in motorbike - from the streets. We knew and loathed each other. Nevertheless I remember shaking when I bound his wounds. Too close to home. He never knew who picked him up until later. We became friends after that. Shaking hands and having a talk every time we meet. Even if it's at the mall.