Mark and girlfriend. Tanned and smiling, arm around her shoulder, black hair and blonde. Musician and the Beach Girl.
I liked her. She was mostly good to me, mostly patient, certainly very giving of herself, never deliberately hurtful; and she taught me some of the ABCs of speaking your heart out loud.
But she was a terrible mooch, and that wore over time. She'd have dinner with anyone who'd pay. In the photo she's wearing my jacket. Ten minutes from our split she had a new man paying her rent.
I hurt her deeply with a momentary bit of bohemianism that can at best be described as thoughtless.
I never took her seriously. She liked me and there she was and why not. That was never nice or kind or generous of me.
After so much time it still hurts my feelings that she didn't want to remain in touch.