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The Wedding of Relief
She’s leaving for good, and I’m super excited for her.
In 23 days, I’ll be a free man.
On September 4, 2021, we’ll officially sever all hidden ties and deal the last hope of a reunion a deathly blow. At least for the near future. Hopefully, forever.
For a few seconds, I’ll convince time to stand still. In awe, I’ll watch as a trail of dirt rises to chase the silver SUV carrying part of me away. I’ll watch as the Swede Wagon gallops into the sunset.
A brief backstory
I’ve known her since 2005. We were lovers for ten years. After all the steam in our love affair evaporated, we fell back into friendship. Yes, even after we parted ways, we were in touch, abreast of goings-on in each other’s lives: school, family, church, work.
I’ve had a few girlfriends come and go; she’s had a few guys come and go too. Even after our breakup, whenever we’d talk on phone, I’d feel some forces drawing us into that hidden magnetic field of attraction we once basked.
I made sure our rare WhatsApp chats were terse and cold, cold enough to douse any smoldering passions. I felt we were just one word away from coming together for a friendly date.
