So I Read the Letter He Sent Back

So he sent me back a letter. There it was, in my mailbox, but I didn't want to read it. I didn't want to look at it.

What a coward.

But then someone got me thinking. What if it said something nice? What if he actually responded nicely to my plea of, "Why can't we just be friends? Let's just put the whole thing behind us and start over."

Would he? I don't even know. Just press the button to open it... just press it...my hand pulls back.

What a coward.

Then I press it. Two words...two words..."Good plan."

Good plan! GOOD PLAN! So does that mean he wants to be friends again, that we can each carry on our daily lives without worrying about fighting or hating or ignoring each other in the hallway. Maybe, maybe now we can be happy.

Not that I've forgiven him completely, of course, and I don't doubt that he's probably still a little angry at me.

But we've gotten past that point.

And me? I'm happy with myself. Self-confidence, that's what it is.

So he sent me back a letter...

So I read it.