The IZZY Ex~perience: JESSE

When I was in college, the love of my life was Jesse. It can be thrilling dating a bad boy. Until he is incarcerated.

"My lawyer says I will be out in two years. Will you wait for me, Izabela?"
Two years? "Um. Sure. I'll wait for you, Jesse."
"Good."
"No more stealing cars?"
"No more stealing cars."
He noticed my large tote bag. "They let you carry that in here?"
"They're my books."
"Show them to me. I want to know everything you're doing when I'm inside."

I pulled out the tombs, one by one. "This one is History of Art. There's an exam coming up on Byzantine architecture. . . My Physics workbook. . .This monster is the complete dialogues by Plato. I'm reading the Theatetus. I have a paper due in the morning."

"I would hate to be the reason if you did not do well in school. I am glad to see you're keeping up."
"Trying to." Barely.
"What will you do with all of that knowledge?"
"Get a job? Go to graduate school? I am not sure where I will be in two years."
"What are you saying, Izabela? That you won't wait? Is it because I don't fit in with your Ivy League friends?"

"No. That's not it."

"Then what is it?"
"I –"
He banged on the glass. "Oh. I get it. You can't be with someone you turned in!"
"No. No. I would never do that."

"When I left your dorm room that night, you called the police."

"It wasn't me. It wasn't anyone. There was an all-points bulletin out for that stolen green 1975 Corvette. You got on I-95, where there is a state trooper like every tenth of a mile, and speeded."

"Don't twist this, Izabela. How will I ever trust you again?"

You tell me: Missed opportunity or dodged bullet?