I was checking through my list of contacts in my Hotmail account today, when I realized I still had Sarah's old e-mail address. Even though the last e-mail I'd tried to send her had bounced, apparently I just never got around to deleting it. Seeing that was like having the wind knocked out of me - it just punctuated the fact for me that I can't send her e-mail ever again. I can't call her, talk to her, laugh with her, sit at Sunset Grill like we'd planned and drink wine until we got silly. Or in our case, sillier. I wanted to believe she was happy and that was why I hadn't heard from her. I wanted to believe that she and Isaac Tigrett were off seeing the world, because that's what she deserved. She had loved him for years, and had finally gotten him back into her life, and they deserved to be happy. What better life for a hippie than to be living her days out with the founder of the Hard Rock, for crying out loud? But now I'll never know how all that worked out because I never got to ask. Life is short and bittersweet; love is eternal.

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Anonymous said…
can you tell a little more about your friend and isaac.I thought he was a loner and had nothing to do with women
8:02 PM
Janna said…
Even if I knew any more, I'm not sure I'd divulge. I never got to meet him, all I know is what I've said thus far. Suffice it to say that Isaac was just like everyone else on this planet - if he was a loner it was because he was afraid of being hurt.
10:21 AM
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