It’s been forever and a day since I posted something here. I haven’t checked the date of my last post, so I don’t know how much time has passed, honestly. I think over a year, though. Anyway. There’s something I want to admit, and I want the universe to know it.
About five months ago, my brother asked about you. I don’t recall how you came up in our conversation, but you did. And it caught me so off guard, my brother asking about you (and the fact that he remembers you), that for an entire moment, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t swallow my own spit. For an entire moment of my life, I was absolutely lifeless. And then I remembered I was sitting in the car with my brother eating burgers, and he was expecting an answer sometime this century.
Do you want to know what I said? I said you’re fine. I said you were living your own life, you were in school, you were looking for a new place to live. And the entire time, in the back of my mind I kept hearing this voice saying, “How can you possibly know he’s fine? That he’s still in school, that he hasn’t already found a new home? You can’t know, because when he told you these things, it was mid 2010. Now it’s late 2011.” And I knew that voice made an insanely good point. How could I talk about you like I knew what was going on with you? I admitted later in the conversation that you and I weren’t talking anymore, but I made it sound like it was a decision. A mutual one. That’s exactly what it wasn’t. You and I both know you got caught up in your life that you couldn’t make time for me anymore; that you and I drifted apart over the course of months.
How I hated that. I wanted so badly to talk to you again, but there was no way. A few months after our very last conversation, I couldn’t find you. Anywhere. Not over here, not over there. Nowhere. And that’s when I knew you and I would never speak again. At least, that’s what it feels like. I’m 95% sure we will never speak to each other again. It was as if you erased yourself from existence. There were no records of you to be found. My messages to you were sent to cyberspace, the void of the universe. It was as if I’d never met you. And that broke my heart.
After several weeks, I had begun to accept our fate. Or lack thereof. By the time fall had begun, it was something that was as fact as gravity. But like all scientific theories, there was a shadow of a doubt. That when I finally decided to fly that 1181 miles, we might run into each other. We might spot each other in the airport, make eye contact and think, “Wow, isn’t that person familiar-looking,” and then suddenly realize we were looking at an old friend. Or maybe I’d go out with my family, or own my own, and out of the blue I’d see someone who looked so much like you that my breath would hitch in my throat and I’d freeze like someone had turned my body to ice. And it would not be a look-alike, but you, actually you, and you would recognize me. I’d see the recognition flit across your features and my heart would fill so rapidly with warmth and happiness that I could die. But that’s not going to happen.
In the time it’s taken to push you to the back of my mind, I finally felt at peace with our goodbye, though it was never said aloud. I thought, maybe it’s good that you didn’t outright say to me that you were leaving, because maybe having that substantial proof of it all would just have left me in millions of pieces. So I’m glad. I’m glad you never said goodbye, but I’m also wounded that you didn’t bother. I’m not sure what you did, leaving me hanging like that, but whatever it was, it was infinitely better than saying “This is farewell.” Because the farewell you gave me was so you. It was you through and through. I don’t mean to say it’s in your nature to suddenly disappear from someone’s life, intentionally cruel, but I (still) think you’re the kind of guy whose actions are louder than words.
It’s been at least 14 months since we last exchanged words. I’ve forgotten when our last conversation took place. But, somehow, despite all my efforts to forget – or at least repress – all memories of you, you’re still ever present in my soul. You know what they say: absence makes the heart grow fonder.