That Real Conversation

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“I can’t get over it.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“I am too.”

“Maybe it’s best if we just give up. Do our best and just try and forget about it.”

“How can you say that? After everything? I don’t know how to do that.”

“It just seems like it’s what should happen. I mean, it’s not like we can do anything about it.”

“So, we just forget?”

“Yeah.”

“How? I mean, like, really? How?”

“Just stop remembering, I guess.”

“How can you say that? Is it really just that easy for you? After all this time, all the letters and phone calls. All the things we’ve shared? It’s just time to stop remembering? How can it be that easy for you?”

“I didn’t say it would be easy. I still have the letters. I remember every moment with you, every touch, every word you said.”

“So, how will you forget?”

“I don’t know.”

“So how do you expect me to?”

“I don’t know.”

***

This is the gist of our last phone conversation or at least part of it. He stopped reaching out a few months later, so I guess he succeeded in the forgetting. I, however, haven’t found that path as easily, as you can see, here, in screaming color. I thought a real conversation was better than an imaginary one today.

~Patience

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