Rainy Louisville Day

I remember a time, three years (give or take a couple months) ago, when I made a journey to Indiana by bus, to see someone. In the name of love.
It was an interesting trip. But it was long, and involved a great losing of luggage. I remember arriving in Louisville tired, having to piss like a son of a bitch, and annoyed that my luggage was... well, somewhere most definately not Louisville.
Then I saw her.
It was the first time, up close, after a year of late night phonecalls and long letters.
And it wasnt like the movies.
I was tired. I was worried what her parents would think of me, and was looking for them over her shoulder before I looked into her eyes. I gave her a quick hug, one arm because I didnt know how much was too much for her folks, then shook hands with her parents, explained my luggage situation and asked politely if it would be too much trouble to stop at a Wal-Mart someplace so I could get a few things.
Thats pretty much how the week went. Well, I came down with a nasty cold, and she was fighting through one. But it never really lived up to expectations. We didnt "click". Too much nerves, too much tired, and in the end, too much difference.
And then I went home, on a rainy Louisville day. Looking out the bus windows, waving as she watched me leave.