Non-Fiction Series: What I Should Have Said...

…was, “I’ll miss you.”

When I think of him, I’ll always be reminded of one of my favorite poems by Thomas Love Peacock, called Love and Age. If you ever get a chance to read it, please do, and if you relate to it in any way, please know that I fully understand how you feel:


Many years ago, I’d been seriously in love. Ed made me feel like I was the luckiest person alive. We had so much in common. I made him laugh. He said stupid things that I found incredibly endearing. It was all so predictable and naive; nevertheless, our relationship felt rapturous.


But like many loves that happen to us when we’re young, ours inevitably reached an end. He totally and thoroughly broke my heart by falling in love with one of my closest friends at the time, and I still have the sneaking suspicion that the feeling was mutual on her end. With this pivot to someone new, he subsequently fell out of love with me.


I curled into myself like a flower losing the sunlight, like I was trying to preserve the last remnants of warmth to help me weather the storm of a hard breakup. He won all of our mutual friends, forcing me to find new ones. I wasn’t eating; I nearly lost my job; I cried all the time and when I woke up each day, I repeated the same hopeless cycle. Like I said, I was seriously in love.


The experience deeply rooted trust issues within my psyche that were hard to overcome in the years following the end of me and Ed. So when I met him, though I was immediately drawn to his presence, the walls I’d built around my heart were pretty impenetrable. He had also dealt with a bad breakup in the recent past, and, in a similar fashion to me, he hadn’t seen it coming. We were cautious around each other, understanding our mutual attraction while simultaneously fearing to reveal those inner thoughts. We never vocalized our feelings for each other; we simply tiptoed around them as carefully as a tightrope walker trying not to fall into the abyss.


We evaded the truth like this from the time we met until the time we parted. I was madly in love but unwilling to take the leap. I’m not sure if he felt as strongly as I had felt at the time, but he definitely made it known that I was on the forefront of his mind, that he wanted to be with me, even though he was equally unwilling to take the first step. Heartbreak can really be a bitch sometimes.


And so the years passed. I graduated and readied myself to take on the wider world. I was leaving him and everything familiar behind. All those years, with so much left unsaid. Though I am happily married, there is still that small part of me that wonders what would have been. What would the future look like for me if I had said those words? I suppose there are many out there who wonder the same thing in their own secret chambers, filled with life’s regrets.


What I should have said was, “I’ll miss you. Because I love you.”


There was a time, about three months into my first teaching job abroad, where he sent me this beautiful message, describing the white porch swing he was sitting on while thinking about me, asking me how life was in my own part of the world. It was our porch swing, one of a few places where we got the closest to letting our feelings spill out, where we almost willingly jumped off the edge into the abyss. Because I knew him, I knew what that meant. He missed me. He wished I was there with him in that moment. And so did I.


Many years have passed now. And we are both happy. We are still friends, though now more distant. But I know that if we ever see each other again, we’d pick up our old friendship just as if it had never stopped. I still love him, but in a different way. I see him with his family and smile because all is right for the both of us. Still I wish I had been brave enough to say those words all those years ago. Because knowing now what I didn’t know then, taking chances on love, on life, on hope, are all worth the risk. Even when you know that, ultimately, they won’t always last forever.


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