Milan Westin

The 331 miles separating Dallas and Midland translated into a 5-hour drive of male bonding between Charles and I though we had to scream once in a while to be heard over the thunderstorm and pouring rain. Springtime in Texas usually mean those two, plus the real threat of a tornado.

Though we grew up in this type of weather, the beds at the Westin at The Galleria Dallas looked inviting after driving about 100 miles in a thunderstorm. After an hour nap and a good shower, Charles had other plans like dinner and ice-skating. That’s when I saw her, the most beautiful girl in the world.

Her golden mane was one of the many in the world of Texas blondes. But, it was her violet eyes that made her look exotic.

“She’s jailbait bro. She does not look a day over 16,” Charles whispered slyly. It did not make me stop watching her glide on the ice while we ate dinner. As I watched her, she looked familiar, yet I have not seen her before.

“Perhaps in another life,” my mother’s voice whispered in my head. Though she is a scientist, my mother actually believes in reincarnation. Maybe she’s right. Maybe, I know this girl from another life.

When the violet-eyed girl left the ice rink, I wondered if I would see her again. She lives here in Dallas; I live in New York. I’m a transient; she is a resident.

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