Jacob Lawrence, When it is Warm the Parks Are Filled with People (1943)

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December 2, 2007:

I took a girl on a date.

To the park in summer. We rode the miniature railroad, ate hotdogs from a stand outside the petting zoo.

She wore a red hat. She was jaw-droppingly beautiful.

Her name was Lorrie, and I only took her out just that one time, because that very week I met someone else, a girl I loved for years afterward, and have regretted meeting ever since.

No: not that I regret meeting someone I loved. That I never gave Lorrie the chance to become the one I might have loved more.

Because she was a good person. She was kind and funny and not at all big-headed over her looks. She was actually small-headed because she worried she wasn't smart. I thought she was brilliant. She made me laugh. She made me happy.

If I could return to any day in my life, be given the chance to take back everything that's happened since that one moment, that would be the day I'd return to.

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