Thursday, July 28, 2005

Command Response

It’s Margo’s birthday today. Spend it well my friend. I just hope that we’ll still be able to tell each other incredible things a million years from now. I love you.

Okay now here’s the important excerpt of the letter the girl sent me.
“There is a necessary clarification I should make, and neglected to make before I left because I was being a chickenshit girl. Please do not doubt that you have wow-ed me in many ways over the past few weeks. And know too that I’ve enjoyed what we’ve done together so much…but I don’t want to give you a false impression, either. Can I ask you to be a friend? For whom I make mochas and with whom I watch movies? Everything but the courting…. I know this is a difficult request. Consider it carefully, then, and write back if you can-“

Now here’s part of the letter I sent her yesterday.
“In regards to your letter and specifically your humble request I have an answer: I respectfully say no. Could I be your friend? Of course. But I’d never be able to get away from that nagging feeling that we should be more. My heart has been set in a certain direction as a result of our time together. I don’t know your reasoning for your request, but I know that you’ll need time to mull your decision. And until you do, I promise to be nothing but warm to you when we see each other. But I won’t be able to hang out with you. It would be too painful. Maybe I’m fooling myself into thinking that you like me—it’s part of my quixotic charm. But I think life should be lived with glorious mistakes as opposed to wistful regrets. I know that by telling you this I run the risk of never getting your call. I’m prepared for that. You know my number. When you’re ready call me.”


Anonymous Margo said...

Bravo. Honest, heartfelt, and brave.

Friday, July 29, 2005 1:07:00 AM  

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