Conclusion
February 27, 2016
Phew. And that's that.
For those who read the collection, or even bits and pieces, I thank you a tremendous amount. As mentioned in the Introduction, these were some pieces that I didn't think I would put out for public consumption, but after going through this process, it feels rewarding. I can look back on my work and be proud of it. Is it going to win me any awards? Of course not, but it alleviates some of those feelings that had built up over time.
Now, if anyone does care about the years since 2012 between me and her, not too much has changed. I try to reach out on her birthday, but that's about it. We haven't had a phone call since summer of 2011 and the last text conversation we had was during my senior year in 2013. We became Facebook friends again last March and she liked one review I wrote about Angus and Julia Stone's self-titled album. And that's about it.
It was a love story that really had no business to have even commenced in the first place. Though the relationship ended quite early, so much was jam-packed and forced within those few months that it felt like a much longer time. When I look back--and I still do--there was no way any of what happened should have happened, but it did. Both good and bad. If I could go back and relive it, would I? Call me crazy, but I would. Despite the heartache in some pieces, there was a genuine happiness in that all too short time span. I think anyone who knew me during that period where she and I were together wouldn't argue my point on me being happy.
Now? I'd say I'm content. Matured a bit, grew up. Strived for and achieved more goals, still working on some. I'd like to assume she's the same way. And who knows; had we met now, how would all of this played out? Would it have been the same result or never even stand a chance? Or would it have lasted?
I'd like to believe that there was a genuine connection for at least a majority of it. Like I said in an earlier piece, what exactly happened to change our standing with one another after I had flown to Madison, I don't think I'll ever know and at this point, does it even matter? It's been almost five years. She's moved on. I've moved on.
Would I like to share a cup of coffee and catch up someday? Of course. But I'm not holding my breath.
Anyways, thanks again for those who read/shared/commented/etc. It means a ton.
...And It's Like We Never Existed...
-A.W.
Phew. And that's that.
For those who read the collection, or even bits and pieces, I thank you a tremendous amount. As mentioned in the Introduction, these were some pieces that I didn't think I would put out for public consumption, but after going through this process, it feels rewarding. I can look back on my work and be proud of it. Is it going to win me any awards? Of course not, but it alleviates some of those feelings that had built up over time.
Now, if anyone does care about the years since 2012 between me and her, not too much has changed. I try to reach out on her birthday, but that's about it. We haven't had a phone call since summer of 2011 and the last text conversation we had was during my senior year in 2013. We became Facebook friends again last March and she liked one review I wrote about Angus and Julia Stone's self-titled album. And that's about it.
It was a love story that really had no business to have even commenced in the first place. Though the relationship ended quite early, so much was jam-packed and forced within those few months that it felt like a much longer time. When I look back--and I still do--there was no way any of what happened should have happened, but it did. Both good and bad. If I could go back and relive it, would I? Call me crazy, but I would. Despite the heartache in some pieces, there was a genuine happiness in that all too short time span. I think anyone who knew me during that period where she and I were together wouldn't argue my point on me being happy.
Now? I'd say I'm content. Matured a bit, grew up. Strived for and achieved more goals, still working on some. I'd like to assume she's the same way. And who knows; had we met now, how would all of this played out? Would it have been the same result or never even stand a chance? Or would it have lasted?
I'd like to believe that there was a genuine connection for at least a majority of it. Like I said in an earlier piece, what exactly happened to change our standing with one another after I had flown to Madison, I don't think I'll ever know and at this point, does it even matter? It's been almost five years. She's moved on. I've moved on.
Would I like to share a cup of coffee and catch up someday? Of course. But I'm not holding my breath.
Anyways, thanks again for those who read/shared/commented/etc. It means a ton.
...And It's Like We Never Existed...
-A.W.
