If I were to receive one more email, one more last email, today would have been the day. It was of course my birthday, and there would have been a reason to send it other than to a) plead for me to return, again or b) be nasty and find some fault with everyone in my family.
Everyone should know what emails I am talking about so I won’t go into the backstory, it will just cause more pain than is needed.
These emails were nothing seen before, in good and bad ways, but they were still emails…sent to me…on a regular basis. You could set your clock by them; you could just sense a new one was going to appear.
Most of them, at least the ones towards the end, talked me up, made me look good and really was a testament to how great a guy I can be. These were emails that tooted my horn everyone time. Just for the fact that 2 months after it was over, someone was pining away to get back with me, made me feel good, even though at the same time, I had to consider the source and her motives.
When I get right down to it, I miss the emails. As I said, it was a regular in my life and they made me feel “special,” and of course there was confrontation, and because I am my father’s son, I loved them. I had this odd connection with these sets of emails: guessing when one would arrive, sending my mail icon up and down like it was bouncing on a trampoline, getting all emotional before I actually read it because I had no idea if it would be a happy or sad email, reading it and then re-reading it to laugh at the absurd, or cry at the absurd and then the obligatory forward to whomever I felt like sending it to that day.
Don’t get me wrong, I only liked receiving the emails, simply because I can be a little conceited like everyone else and in between the bad, there always seemed to be some good. I did not like receiving the emails because I was or am now second guessing any decisions I made since April. I made that one decision then and am very happy with it today. The emails were just a regular occurrence that made life even more interesting than it already was…and in between it all, might have showed me that I am a great guy, even if sometimes I don’t believe it.
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