Resolved.
Irony. Fate. Whatever you want to call it.
Sandbar, Friday night. Billy has gone to the restroom, and I'm standing around with Ruben. "Hey Ya!" by Outkast comes on, and I start to feel upset, but then I think to myself "NO! You can move past this, and you can learn to enjoy this song again." And as I look up, I see the person who this song reminds me of...walking through the crowd on the other side of the bar. I blink several times, but he doesnt go away. He's real.
Phillip Calloway.
This is actually happening.
Before I know it, I'm handing Ruben my purse to hold, and I'm making my way over to tap him on the shoulder. He turns and looks at me with surprise, and then a smile, and we head to a table, away from the throng of drunken kickballers. And we talk. I tell him the song reminds me of him and he shrugs. He asks how I am and I tell him I am fabulous, and that life is wonderful. I tell him that I forgave him, awhile ago, and that I hope he's doing better in his life. He nods, and I nod--and that's the end. I walk away, feeling lighter inside.
He no longer holds power over me. I never have to speak to him or acknowledge him again, but I also never have to feel upset or betrayed or angry about him either.
Forgiveness really is all its cracked up to be.
Sandbar, Friday night. Billy has gone to the restroom, and I'm standing around with Ruben. "Hey Ya!" by Outkast comes on, and I start to feel upset, but then I think to myself "NO! You can move past this, and you can learn to enjoy this song again." And as I look up, I see the person who this song reminds me of...walking through the crowd on the other side of the bar. I blink several times, but he doesnt go away. He's real.
Phillip Calloway.
This is actually happening.
Before I know it, I'm handing Ruben my purse to hold, and I'm making my way over to tap him on the shoulder. He turns and looks at me with surprise, and then a smile, and we head to a table, away from the throng of drunken kickballers. And we talk. I tell him the song reminds me of him and he shrugs. He asks how I am and I tell him I am fabulous, and that life is wonderful. I tell him that I forgave him, awhile ago, and that I hope he's doing better in his life. He nods, and I nod--and that's the end. I walk away, feeling lighter inside.
He no longer holds power over me. I never have to speak to him or acknowledge him again, but I also never have to feel upset or betrayed or angry about him either.
Forgiveness really is all its cracked up to be.