I was in between dreaming and waking up to my neighbor’s heavy footsteps over my head this morning when I found my brain counting out Six Word memoirs. I’m not kidding. I was thinking about one of my formerly close friends and how I miss her, but don’t regret the fight we had that “broke-up” our “relationship.” I found myself in this lucid state thinking, “I’m not sorry, [but] I miss you. Jeez, how can I get that down to six?”
This little brain weave got me to thinking: is it possible to just forget, instead of forgiving?
Part of me would like for her to reply to the email I just sent. The other part is pretty certain that if she’s still enmeshed in what I perceive(d) as a really, really destructive relationship, our friendship is done for now. Which I still find kind of sad. The fact is, I’ll never be able to understand how someone who could withstand horrific life tragedies (and I mean HORRIFIC) can’t seem to find the courage to drop a loser boyfriend with one ball.
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