I had known Glenn since grade school. Despite being good friends and the occasional flirting in high school, we had never connected romantically. I wanted to, and often hoped he did too. But we were often dating others or seemingly afraid to take a risk with each other. After graduation, I went off to college an hour away. He had planned to go the same college but the summer after graduation his father passed away. Glenn's family had a farm with animals and he decided to forgo college and run the farm.
College went well for me. I was getting good grades, meeting many people, and finding plenty of guys to date. I saw Glenn sometimes at home during breaks but we seemed to have less and less in common.
The summer before my senior year, I was shopping and ran into him. We grabbed a coffee together and chatted nicely. I told him I was going back to school at the end of the week. He seemed disappointed to hear that and we basically said goodbye.
Feeling bad about the way our conversation ended, I decided to stop and see him on my way back to college on a Friday afternoon. I didn't call, just crossed my fingers he'd be home. I didn't need to be back for anything before Sunday night, so I had some time to be flexible.