She looked at the photo taken nine years back. A dark, lean man in his early twenties stared back at her.
“So you knew each other in college? “ Lillian asked me.
This was the time for the skeletons to emerge from the closet. She had spent all those countless hours staring at this photo back in college – the only memorable relic of his with her.
They had met at a college party. Loud music, drinks, and flashes of camera. He and she had met eyes. It was love-at-first sight.
“At a college party.” She answered back.
“But “, she countered, “He’s from your town. You never met while here ?”
“Nope”, she replied.
They had exchanged phone numbers, and he called her the next day. Whirlwind was an understatement where she never thought they could have been happier.. until the spot scared him.
The red spot never came for more than 6 weeks. The spot on the stick she peed turned blue, indicating a positive. After she broke the news to him,
“ I .. need time ”, he looked nervous. “ I have to go. I’ll call you. “, but he never did.
“He has lost a lot of weight since college. I am surprised he was still so fair in that hot place. ”, Lillian disrupted my thoughts .
I look back at the photo. Standing next to the dark, lean ex- boyfriend of mine was a younger, fairer and plumper version of Sam.
Two months after the pregnancy scare, on the bus back home, Sam was seated next to me. His silly jokes cracked me up, and I have not stopped smiling since. We got married last year.
Sometimes a false positive is all it takes to put things in perspective.