May 5, 2018
There was someone in my childhood, a girl. Someone I had deep affection for. We do not speak now. I saw her at a mall once and avoided her. I was afraid of the emptiness I felt. If she saw me, I wasn't sure she would say Hi. Even if she did, I knew it would be awkward. Or maybe not? Maybe it would be like what often happens: People forget their differences, smile about it, hug. "See you around," we say it like it's true. I'm afraid of what happens after forgiveness. It's forgetting, isn't it? Permanence. Goodbye. Finito.