A wake-up call
Him: Was clearing the mega mess in my room and the faithful stack of email correspondence we had in 1999 was staring right at me. I took the stack of papers from the folder and placed them in the trash.
Me: You’re happy now. That’s all that matters.
Him: Was just a matter of minutes before I took that stack of papers out of the trash and transfered it to the “to deal with later” box. Thought I’d give it up, didn’t you?
Me: Why won’t you?
Him: I don’t know. Maybe the answer lies with you all this while.
Me: I treated you unfairly; I don’t deserve your memories.
How cruel it is that, on the morning I start my journey towards letting go, someone else is reminded that he still hasn’t.