2003 — The Final Chapter What I’m about to…

2003 — The Final Chapter

What I’m about to tell you is a very edited, very abridged version of the past 3 months. It would be impossible to tell this story without making a book about it — but I present to you the general gist, here.

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I met and fell in love with a girl back in early October. She fell in love with me. This was a love we never knew existed. It carried us to new heights and gave us drug-like euphoria. But there were no drugs. Only love. I could look in her eyes and see the beginning and the end of everything. Time would cease to exist when we were together. And I can only speak for myself on this one, but when with her… nothing else mattered. It barely existed. We saw this happening — still within the first one and two weeks of knowing each other — and try as we might to stop it, we simply could not fight it.

So why would anyone want to fight this? Simple, really. She is engaged. Not only that, but she’s engaged to someone I recently had befriended.

Back to the present: She’s getting married next week. And throughout our hours upon hours of conversation, kinship, and admiration, she’s going ahead with her plans. This isn’t a rejection of me, but rather a rejection of risk. Or, an acceptance of fate from a decision and promise she made long before I existed.

I’ve done all I can, though. I know I will have to live the rest of my days hoping to get the chance again to have her heart next to mine — but knowing that I said everything I could possibly say. I will not have to ever tell myself “I let her go.” Because I didn’t. I fought and stood up for what I believed in. It just didn’t happen.

Below you have the option for commenting on this subject. I don’t want any advice. It’s all over. It’s done. couldn’t blog this until it was done because I don’t want to hear you tell me what I should or shouldn’t do. I don’t want to hear what you think I should or shouldn’t have done. You know nothing. What I said here is barely a scraping off the tip of the iceberg. You know nothing about this. However, if you have a regular comment, go right ahead.

I’ll tell you this much, though.

I have felt happier these past few months, even through my father’s near-death experience, than I ever have. Ever. What she gave me, what we shared, is something millions dream about every day but few people get to ever experience. So really, who am I to complain?