A Story About a Girl (III)
The conversation started slowly, each feeling out the other, not sure of where to go next. The fates had always seemed like they were against us. Our timing could not have been worse. It’s like missing your train stop; then when you hop back on to go in the other direction, you miss the stop again. It was a never ending cycle that we couldn’t figure out.
Our paths crossed so often that we figured that Destiny was involved, but his bastard of a brother, Fate, was against us. We could never seem to walk parallel to each other. Instead, we’d cross each others’ paths, always going in a different direction or making lefts when the other would make a right. By now, our paths had taken us to a point where we needed to resolved this situation or else we would continue to torture ourselves and others around us.
She had a boyfriend now. In fact, this was her second one, after our time together had faded away. As her friend, we still talked, but I believe that deep down, in our heart of hearts we still felt that tingle that caresses your spine when we talked or saw each other, which was very rare. Maybe it would have worked out if our timing was a bit different. Maybe it would have worked if I was closer, but in the end, she still had a boyfriend.
There were no hard feelings nor any ill will because she looked like she had moved on. I was happy for her since she seemed content and was forging a new path in her life. That’s what I thought before I received that intoxicated phone call, where she tried to verbally rip me out of her life. Although she was with someone, for some reason, I still existed there in her heart and that troubled her. She was seeking some kind of closure that would set her free. The kind of closure that would set my memory free from her heart.
So this time, we talked like old friends, without the crying and the tears. There was still something there between us, but we knew that it probably would never work, considering our own personal issues and the circumstances that we were thrust into. We each had our own demons to battle and it might have worked, if the roads we took didn’t seem to stray too far apart, just like the 400 miles that separated us now.
Over the span of a few hours, we ironed out our thoughts and feelings, bringing closure to each other. We forced ourselves to accept reality and the probability that we could only be friends, nothing more, nothing less. No matter what direction our lives took or how far we were, we’d always be friends. At least, in that vein, we’d always be able to support each other through the difficulties in our lives. That was our pact.
I knew that the next time I heard from her, we’d both be at different places in our lives and different locations in time. There was no sadness or regret between the two of us any longer. Our time had passed and we had finally come to a place in the road where we could look each other in the eyes and be ok.
Saying our good-byes, I knew that I was truly ok and finally, so was she.
