Showing posts with label lifelong things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lifelong things. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Trifecta: No


This is a Trifecta sequel from a fictional story started awhile ago. 33-333 words for the 3rd definition of exhaust: 

3a: to consider or discuss (a subject) thoroughly or completely
  b: to try out the whole number of  <exhausted all the possibilities>


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From: Gabby B
Wed 2/18/13 12:41 PM
To: William G

Dear Will,

If you were standing in front of me at this very moment, I would take both your hands in mine. After pausing for a few moments to collect my thoughts, I’d shift my eyes from your lips, where they perfectly line up, to look directly into yours.

My voice cracking as I began, eyes burning with tears; you’d interrupt me saying I think too much. Trying to head off my words. Knowing well what my shaky voice means.

Pressing my finger against your mouth (which, of course, you’d bite to throw me off), I’d say...

“Please listen. Let me finish before I don’t.

You’ve had a grip on me for so long; I have no memory of a time you didn’t completely fill me. Sometimes it felt too much, not enough, too long and just right.

One of us always holding on with white knuckles, timing was a stubborn acquaintance. Being reckless more often than smart. Discounting sage advice, thinking "rules" never applied to us. Blind to everything but each other.

I love, loved, being your distraction and you were mine alone. But being distracted from our “real” lives isn’t helping anymore. Now it just hurts.

Don’t say we haven’t tried everything. We incessantly exhaust every conceivable option, every single opportunity, every single time but we still haven't figured out a single version of “us” that's tangible. That ever really works.

What was once exciting and exhilarating is preventing us from being entirely satisfied with anything. Who, or what, is physically before us. Letting us move forward. Be present. 

Now, it all seems futile.

Nothing left to grab.”

That’s what I’d tell you if you were here.

Please let go,

Gabby

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From: William G.
Wed 2/18/13 12:46 PM
To: Gabby B.

No.

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From: Delivery Status Notification
Wed 2/18/13 2:48 PM
To: William G.

Email could not be delivered as addressed <gabbyb@gmail.com>. Message delivery failure.

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