The Australian’s email has been sitting in my inbox for almost a week. The unexpected contact threw me into a bit of tailspin, but not in a bad way. The rush was amazing. But I didn’t respond. I waited. Day after day passed. When thoughts of him disregarding his own set boundaries and reaching out crossed my mind I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. But still I waited. Why? First I wanted to calm down so I wasn’t flooding his inbox with emotion. But mostly I just wanted to savor the moment. As long as I didn’t hit the reply button he was the one waiting for me. He’s not waiting any more. I sent my reply about fifteen minutes ago:
What a lovely surprise to hear from you! And you remembered my birthday. : ) I didn’t forget yours in July. Congratulations on your beautiful daughter. That makes me so very happy for you.
I’m doing good… writing when I can find the time.
I remember you oh so fondly.
Smiles from across the sea,
He won’t write back, not for a long time anyway. And that’s all right. It’s tempting to play the “what if” game. What if he comes back to the states? What if he asks me to come see him? What if… But I refuse to do that. I will alway carry love for him, but what we had is what we had. It was beautiful and we both will cherish the memories for the rest of our lives. But the memories won’t keep me from living. I’ve too much LIFE in me for that.