...41 to go.
I know what's supposed to have happened by now. I get the emails. I get the texts. Questions, and reasonable questions all. I don't ignore them, even if I don't reply.
There are, despite the platitude, such things as stupid questions. Undeserving of an answer.
But I'm feeling cooperative tonight, so what the fuck?
What was supposed to have happened follows.
Wow, a little over a month by myself. With zero hope for a respite, for another forty-one days. With nothing to anticipate, for another forty-one days. That's what it took. When willpower wouldn't suffice, and when intelligence wouldn't further, and when experience wouldn't ease, a month alone has finally accomplished.
I'm not going to sit here, in my hotel room late on a Friday night, and write that I was stupid, or ignorant, or blind, or unrealistic. Perhaps I was all of those things, but I'm not going to admit to any of those shortcomings.
I'm going to admit to one thing. One and only one thing, which should excuse everything I've said and done and felt, and everything for which I've hoped and yearned and waited, for the last six years.
If only people would have believed me.
I was in love. Absolutely and beyond a shadow of a doubt, I was in love.
Now, the use of the past tense in that last sentence is interesting, to say the least. It hurt my brain to write that sentence. It hurt my heart even more.
But I'll survive. It seems that I always survive, even when I don't particularly want to do so.
Thirty-two days. That cured me. Who would have predicted that?
Besides Everyone On Earth, I mean.
Maybe that would be nice. Maybe you people could move on, go about your lives. Maybe I should lie.
But I won't.
I'm likening this to some books I've read which were written by prisoners. Incarcerated and isolated bodies and souls, forced to look inward for entertainment. Face to face with themselves. Finding themselves. Finally emerging better than when they went in.
That was supposed to happen to me. Everyone On Earth thought it would happen.
But I won't lie. I didn't expect it to happen, and it didn't happen. Not to me. Not to what's left of me, I mean.
I haven't found myself at all. For a simple reason. I'm not here in Northwestern Washington.
I'm almost two-thousand miles away. I'm in Southern Indiana. I'm with her.