Sitting in my hotel room, knowing you are coming to pick me up in the next 20 minutes so we can finally talk, my heart is skipping. But what is it that needs to be said? Thank you? Goodbye? Promises to be made about enduring friendship?
Maybe I want to ask you if you regret. Maybe I want to know if we can really truly still be friends. Maybe I want to know if there will be a time when you will feel free to spend time with me without fear. Maybe that is something we cannot do, as it seems your wife really knows that there was more between us. Maybe this is the goodbye that I don’t want but must accept.
Maybe it is better to just talk about the good things we shared, acknowledge what it was for both of us, and hope that we can both let go.
Part of me wants to know if you already have.
Part of me thinks none of that really matters.
We’ll see what happens.
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