Monday, February 05, 2007

And Sometimes You Actually Get Closure

Got an email last night, the way you get any email. Just logged in and there it was, nestled among the spam and the social invitations. An innocent, inconsequential little email. From: The Puppy.

My heart began gently to pound in my ears. What could it say? Had he finally come around? After nearly a month since my last email, what could it possibly say?

What it said was this:

Thanks for the message, it was really nice. Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you. You're probably one of the sweetest most genuine people I've met [where we live] and I want to apologize for flaking out and sorta just not calling you, cuz that's a pretty ass thing to do. Not that it's an excuse, but I was fairly rapidly losing my shit for a good while with life being as crazy as it can be...

Anyway, I hope you're doing well.

-[The Puppy]

Can I just say, awwww? I don't know about you, but the longer that passes where I should write back to someone, esp. about something important, and I don't, the harder it becomes to actually write back. He may be effed up, but that Puppy sure is a good egg.


ruby said...

good egg, or odd duck? or perhaps under dog. maybe even rare bird.

i drink to closure.

ruby said...

and i forgot to ask: so do you write back, or is this the kind of closure where you let sleeping puppies lie?

ladyred said...

Oh, if only I were a saint. But I'm not -- I'll respond and still nurse the secret hope that we'll start something up again as a result. But now I feel, regardless of what does or doesn't happen moving forward (and my money says "doesn't"), this first chapter's closed and I feel at peace with it. And I have more respect for our young Puppy than ever -- he's going to make it after all!

Roy said...

Sainthood never sounded like fun, anyway. =D
Secret hopes are sometimes the best ones- and occasionally they come to fruition.