The backlash came when she asked me for a redeemed salvation. Years of solitary ambiguity, months of back-tearing work, and days of endless loneliness. The day had come to an end where we shoveled out all aggravation, and we had to face our destiny. A “happy thanksgiving” broke the silence, and I zoomed in the “ROFL” artwork on my newly updated iTouch. “Are we supposed to keep quiet when so many words are buzzing around in our minds?” she asked, and continued “I was hoping for more quality time with you”. Now was the time to strike, like a force majeure announcement from an airline. I replied and said “Do you think this is negligence from my part, or is it a mutual horrifying fact that the time is the breakpoint between us?”. Seconds passed, and I gasped for breath. A spine-chilling silence eased my headache for a split second, and I simply had to continue with the strike. “Listen to me, have you heard of that quote…you know… ‘If you don’t risk anything, you risk even more’? You know the state of my mind; it’s simply waste of time to discuss over such thing”.
Yes, it was a response that easily could relieve her pain, and it worked very well I must say. The enervating mood was soon transparent when I gently passed the letter which I had received the day before. I tried to hold my breath like the day I suppressed my mind to pass through the post-op fixator removal on my hand. The letterhead met her eyes. Her eyes read the title. Her eyes blundered like swirly Perl arrays. With her eyes literally mounted to the text, she fumbled her words and said “Shit, this… this is why I cannot stop loving you…” – reading further, she continued “this is… I mean, how…” – Oops, I almost felt like I have PTSD’d her, or perhaps just fulfilled that salvation she was asking for – “I can’t find any words, but… I just want you to know…”, and the letter just slipped away from her hand, and ultimately hit the new hardwood teak parquetry as she continued – “j’adore, forever and ever”.