Saying the final goodbye.
BY PAUL WADE
Broken road (GeekPhilosopher.com).
It took a few days, but Eva responded to the mail. She was very confused and hurt in her e-mail. I thought by the way it was written that she wanted to say goodbye. I was confused again. I thought it would be easier than this.
I hit the reply button and as the blank message screen popped up, I knew what I had to write. These emotions were killing me, but until now, I never realized how much this was killing Eva. My endless e-mails telling her about women I’m interested in or me telling her time and time again how much I miss her was not “healing all wounds.” It was only making them worse.
I wrote, I wrote and I wrote. When I finished, I leaned back in my chair and smiled. I read it over and quickly sent it without making any changes whatsoever. I said, “It’s make or break time.”
Eva wrote back. It was the response I was expecting. She felt better. All the questions about how I felt about her and what we should do about the future were answered. She said that it some way I’ve let her go with that e-mail and that she would be writing me less because of the amount of time she had. I was choked up. I wasn’t expecting the last part of the answer, but what I’d set out to do had been accomplished. We would now be friends.
Today, I miss her. We speak on occasions and an odd memory or feeling will pop up here and there, but we’ve done it — we’re not another failed tragedy, we’re friends. iT!
READ: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.
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