By Krystyna Fedosejevs
Window opened. I peer inside. Behind the screen you hide, being innocuous. Like you usually were.
It’s been a while. Our conversations. Misunderstandings. Silence. Reconciliations. More misunderstandings. Now the silence has a continuing presence.
How have you been? Have you written much since we last conversed?
I miss you. Miss your captivating style, refined language. It spoke in words I have yet to discover. Strong nouns and verbs, your signature style.
Another search. You are in a corner, tucked in the shadow.
I click on ‘exit.’ Computer screen goes blank.
You’re gone without knowing that I cared to look for you.
This speaks volumes to me. Lost connections. Is it worth another head butting battle to let someone know that despite our differences we appreciate them when reaching out to say so may provoke another argument? A large part of me says yes, because despite the bravado we all (i think) need to know we matter to someone, somewhere. Do I reach out? That’s another story.
Thanks for reading, Lee. I appreciate your comment.
Story reminds me of myself surfing the Internet–always wanting to find something new, different, wonderful. And sometimes it happens! Thanks for a great story.
Your welcome, Bobby. Glad you enjoyed it.