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Sayonara to the Love of My Life
The road you and I share is diverging.
It’s been a while.
(I wish it had been longer. Do you see that on my face? Do you see the trace of deception in my eyes after you said hello? Can you imagine how many times I imagined this moment? Did you know that I might have walked right on by if you hadn’t said a word? And you don’t know, do you — it would have been intentional.)
How’s life going with you?
(I don’t want to know. I’ve seen the pictures, heard the gossip, gotten the secondhand information I should have heard from you first. But those days are long gone, aren’t they? We’re not confidantes, if we ever were at all, since you’ve found someone else for everything from the pity parties to the one golden wedding shower.)
Oh, me? I’m doing fine. You know me. I just roll with the punches.
(Do you even care? I think you do — at least as much as two people with shared history can — but nothing more than that. You’ve always appreciated your distance, your careful space, anything to keep from people really getting to the heart of who you are. You judged me for hiding behind a screen half my life, but just what do you think you’re doing? You’re wearing a mask every single day of your life for anyone who might hope to get to know you. But I…
