October 12, 2020
Continued from I Love You. I Divorce You. I Set You Free.
She gathered her belongings, shook her head and quietly laughed, “When did I collect so much yarn and what was I planning to make that I still have yet to crochet?”
And then, she recalled those fateful words he said to her so many years ago, “I think I’m falling in love with you…”
Now, no longer afraid to speak her peace, or questioning whether her words have lost their relevancy—she pens a quick note:
What’s the point
Holding onto your painful past memories when
Here we are in this present moment and
You will never have this time with me again?
You grieved for her then.
Now, will you also grieve for me?
I hope your heart may heal from all the hurt it has ever known and may you learn to walk in love without ‘falling’…with your heart as clear and open as your eyes, able to offer the best of yourself and able to receive the best of love. I hope this for me too. May it be in peace.
Tucking her note into his lone coffee mug, looking around the kitchen (where together they spent so much of their time) one last time—she walks away.
And now, sitting in her car she wonders aloud, “Dear Lord, is there one man in this whole broken world who—“
She stops herself from saying out loud the words wrestling inside her heart and instead finishes, “…who can help me write the next line?”