“Once I got a love note from someone that describes what happened with this book. Well, not a love note. A former love note? A What Happened To Us note? Something like that. Anyway, it was a note, pen on paper, and it was about the topic of love, though not professing love.
I get a lot of this terminology confused. You can see why the love notes I’ve written end up being about 8 pages long, with illustrations. Yes, there are illustrations. The recipient’s level of excitement regarding said illustrations will leave me soaring or devastated. Honestly, it’s as important as the response to the love note’s text.
Anyway, this love note I got said something like
“I’m sorry that you and I never loved each other at the same time.”
Let’s not dig out old wounds here. I think we all know what that’s like, right? I love you at a time when you have a boyfriend. You love me at a time when I have a girlfriend. Or, let’s be realistic, at a time when I’m pretty busy having brunches with my mom and taking up a new hobby like safecracking because nothing about me makes sense.
Books, with books I think I could say the same thing.
Swimming Studies, I’m sorry I never loved you at the same time you loved me. I feel like at different parts of our lives we might have been great together. But so far those times haven’t coincided. And alas, at some point I have to stop holding out hope that we’ll align and fall into that deep love we were meant for. I have to move on. Even though it feels like there’s a potential there to be deeply in love, I can’t just keep waiting for it to happen.
Goodbye.
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