Looking back, I know exactly when things changed with Julie. We were at a theater watching a movie with another couple. She was holding my hand, but she suddenly pulled away. I felt something imperceptible change.
I’ll never know what happened, but that was the last time I ever saw her.
Julie and I didn’t date long. It was six or eight weeks, I guess. I was 21 and she was 24. I was the sports editor at the local newspaper and she was a advanced math teacher at the high school where I had graduated just a few years before. She had moved to town to take the place of my favorite teacher, who had died from cancer.
We went to the same church. I had seen her and thought she was attractive, but we had never had reason to speak in the weekly crowd of 600 or so people. But one Friday night, I was on a list of people she needed to call for something church-related. I was working late and she found me in the newsroom around 8 p.m. — and we didn’t stop talking until about 4 a.m.