To A Very Good Friend of Mine
I know precisely what it feels like to be left out cold. It's worse than the weather—that feeling. You first feel numb all over, not knowing what had struck you at first. And then when the realization dawns upon you, you feel a terrifying chill overcome your body, that's when the tremors hit you. Wave after wave, they beat against your weakening soul as it threatens to crumble. Like broken bricks, crushed into hoarse sand, you feel the whole world fall about your feet as you break into weeping tears that promise never to end.
That feeling was not too long ago, and then last night.
I understand completely what you are trying to do, I understand your disposition, I understand you have lost your faith, that feeling that you once so wildly and insanely treasured. Now that you've opted to let it go, I understand that you appreciate and welcome the release and the strength that you've suddenly acquired now that you've broken free. And I understand how it is wonderful to be finally let loose again.
But what he doesn't understand, ultimately, it that it isn't about him, or his happiness. Because at the end of the day, he'll be happier than she is, in the beginning. But whether or not this beginning will outlast what is to come, well, you're smart enough to envisage what is to come. So haven't you gave thought about
the right thing to do? You've spoken to me about this, many months ago, and you had your principles. Your words and your zest for
what you believed was important was what had drawn me to treasure the friendship that we shared and admire your for your attributes even thought I detested those that I deemed were irrevocable faults.
Now you're destroying my respect for you.
Is that instant feel of relief and destress reasonably more precious than what will come if you choose to be more civil and humane about the thing that you have done?
Only a month or two, that's what she begs of you. Don't give her too much, but give her what you can. No empty promises, and keep it short and sweet. After all, we all knew it was never going to work, neither did she ever see a happy-ever-after fairy-tale ending. It's impossible, and unrealistic... we all told you.
Many times have you expressed your wish to be powerful. You now hold that power to determine several people's happiness, include that happiness which is most precious... that one that belongs to yourself. So won't you choose to use that power wisely, for once, and prove that you are indeed mature beyond your years?
