Dear Sally,
If I could have said good bye to you in person this is what I would have said.
I would have said that no matter how long I live, no matter how many women I date, no matter where I end up and what I am doing, no matter what happens to me or where the world is, I will never stop loving you. You are the love of my life, that it as plain to me as the nose on my face and nothing will ever change that fact. I’ve come to this realization after hours and hours of pain and self examination. You are the one God made for me to be with, you are my Eve, undoubtably this is a fact. No one shares as many of my interests, and passions, no one feels so comfortable to me, like stepping into my own skin. When we were together and in Love you felt like an extension of myself, and I will never feel that with another human being as long as I live, I am convinced of that.
Things have went so wrong in the past, that somehow that all has changed. God has revealed to me that I, as a result of my past sins, am not meant to be with the love of my life, i don’t deserve her, and this might have to be a punishment I suffer for the rest of my life. He has hardened your heart as a way of teaching me to respect his commandments and his church, a lesson I paid for with my ability to share my life with another person. This is a fact I cannot change.
My words on you, a person content in a life without me, are inert. The effect no change in your heart, but perhaps annoyance or pity, however, if I could change your mind about one thing it would be this.
You have told me in the past that we couldn’t build a friendship, that when we started over that we couldn’t be friends. That we failed. So what, Sally. People fail so many times in life. It is our persistence that drives us forward into the greatest things, a diamond needs to be polished before it is anything more than a rock, and it needs to be polished more than the rest of the gems. To you it is a one time chance lost, to me it is a first step in the right direction. How could we give up on something when it just started to look right.
If I could change your mind about one more thing I would change how you remember me. I think for the first time in the entire time that we have known each other, I am finally exactly the man that wished to have in your life, and you the woman that I have been waiting for. It’s ironic that once we finally have what we have always wanted we find ourselves unable to take it for ourselves. I care more about God than anything else, I lean on him, I understand that my compassion and ability to love others comes from flowing from his love. I desire nothing more than a holy marriage, one that lifts me up into the ecstasy of a wedded bliss that mimics the relationship of Christ and the church. Holy and blameless and honest. I wish to have a family, backed by God, to be the center of my life, to keep me grounded to that which is truly right and just. To present myself as a blameless sacrifice to a wife that adores me in my imperfection. But your memories of me, and my memories of you keep us from ever seeing that which is so plainly in front of our eyes, making us doubt.
If I could change your mind about one last thing it would be that I never cared about you, and that I don’t love you because I needed to move on. It was in fact the exact opposite. In the end I had to let you go. I could see that you weren’t finding yourself happy with me, that (maybe) there were other men that you felt in your heart would have made you happier. To me letting you go was such a great sacrifice. In truth Sally, there were a lot of bad times, and I wasn’t always happy. But just the thought that you were out there caring about me brought me so much joy even in the darkest times, and I didn’t even know it until it was gone. Now I’m only left with an emptiness and a longing for something I can never have.
I would say this to you. You were right in saying there was a lot of bad about our past relationship, because we were bad people. For me, I feel like that has changed, but that doesn’t really matter now. If you were to say that to me now I would tell you that I would give 1000 hours of badness and pain with you for just one minute of the joy that I felt when we were together. That is how potent our happiness was to me. Can you imagine how happy I was on days when we were actually getting along (which was more than you might admit to, I think because you don’t want to remember the good times). If 1 minute were the equivalent joy to negate 1000 hours of pain, then a good day spent with you would have been enough to satiate my pain for an entire year. I would take all the badness again, I would gladly take it again just to know that feeling of you putting your hand on my chest. That in my mind, is the definition of true joy. And none of this takes away from the joy that I can feel with God naturally on my own, because God meant for me to be with someone, just as he meant Adam to be with Eve, and if in my heart I know that person God meant for me was you, then it is in fact entering into God’s joy by experiencing that moment in such a way because God Is Love. And by the same argument, I can truly say that in being cut off from you in this way, I am cut off from the fullness of God’s love because being with you was a blessing that he meant for me to have, and which I sinned away into oblivion, driving me into some kind of hell or purgatory I can’t seem to escape.