Love Story (9) - Let go

"When was the last time you saw him?"
"The day before our wedding."
"What were you guys doing?"
"We just had our lunch together, as usual, and kissed goodbye, as ususal."
"Anything particular you guys talked about?"
"No, anything is normal, just like any other day... ..."

Now, looking back, that day is so blurred in my memory. What did we talk about? Vaguely, I recalled some discussion about a book. He was talking, but I felt he was talking to himself. His eyes were so far away. Now come think of it, it is the perfect way to end our story. We would go about doing things like we normally do, have lunch, talk about trivial stuff, part with a quick kiss, walk away in the opposite directions and never look back. "Bye, Honey" is the last thing he said to me.

He is now in a place where I don't belong. Somehow during our time together, I already felt this otherworldness about him, and subconsciously, I know we don't belong together. It took me a long time to learn to have a nonpossessive love, from him, and so, on that day, he knows that I am ready, ready to finally let him go. Honey, are you proud of me now? I can see him nodding with a big smile on his face.

"Have you ever tried to find him?"
"How? If he doesn't want to be found, nobody can find him."
"Hire a private detective or something. You gotta find his ass, I want to kick it so bad!"
"No, I am not mad at him. Besides, I don't feel like looking for him either."
"He might be murderred, or he might elope with another rich woman, don't you want to find out?"
"Hah, Grace, you and your imagination. Well, I don't know, but I know one thing for sure, that is, he is alive ... ..."