Her trip across the country led her to me, my town-my booth on my lunch break and I never forgot her. I never forgot our conversation or her... taste when I'd been fortunate enough to have it. She had me in a world where she was mine and, even though the experience of her had only been for a short while, I took that memory into the rest of my life, Anita... the girl who spoke of dreams. She reminded me of my dreams and that it was okay to have them. I made those desires into reality years later, after a fallen marriage and a lifetime of hesitance, but never once did Ann leave me. I never thought I needed anyone when the girl with talks of dreaming finally made it back into my life over three decades later, my family and the strong boys I raised into men all I needed. Anita sure proved me wrong, because not only did I need that woman, I lived for her once I had her back in my life. My sudden heart attack may have brought us back to each other, but our history... It gave us both a second chance.