my response
My initial reaction was stronger than I imagined. Your email came exactly one year to the date of when we decided to stop talking to each other. So, forgive me but this email has brought me pain. I know that was not your intention.
I have thought about my reply. If I should be honest and open, or just be polite. So, I am doing my best to be both.
Every day on my commute to work I pass by the hot dog & fries statues on Erie Boulevard, they remind me of you because you left the most animated & excited voice mail on my phone about them. I saved that voice mail for months. The memory of that message and sound of your voice plays every time I pass them.
When I went to give my deposition about my accident, the coexist button was in my pocket.
There are songs and moments that remind me of you and there are times where I would give anything for you to be there as my friend, for support.
I am scared to see you. I don’t know what I want to do. I am angry because I just got through the last memory of you and then there was this email, this email that made me hurt, and cry like someone close to me had died.
While you have spent the year moving on, only recently have I started to try opening up to someone again. The things you miss about me - those were the things you loved about me. My honesty lets me admit I miss our closeness at times. My strength of character is what is editing my words. My sense of pride is hurt.
I hope there is a point when we can see each other face to face and that in that moment it feels OK for both of us.
Until then, you are a girl I loved, a girl who broke my heart, a girl I still think of from time to time.
-Hollie
I have thought about my reply. If I should be honest and open, or just be polite. So, I am doing my best to be both.
Every day on my commute to work I pass by the hot dog & fries statues on Erie Boulevard, they remind me of you because you left the most animated & excited voice mail on my phone about them. I saved that voice mail for months. The memory of that message and sound of your voice plays every time I pass them.
When I went to give my deposition about my accident, the coexist button was in my pocket.
There are songs and moments that remind me of you and there are times where I would give anything for you to be there as my friend, for support.
I am scared to see you. I don’t know what I want to do. I am angry because I just got through the last memory of you and then there was this email, this email that made me hurt, and cry like someone close to me had died.
While you have spent the year moving on, only recently have I started to try opening up to someone again. The things you miss about me - those were the things you loved about me. My honesty lets me admit I miss our closeness at times. My strength of character is what is editing my words. My sense of pride is hurt.
I hope there is a point when we can see each other face to face and that in that moment it feels OK for both of us.
Until then, you are a girl I loved, a girl who broke my heart, a girl I still think of from time to time.
-Hollie