why I had to do this. Right now just isn’t the right time.
Please, let me go as you have let Emily go. Walk into your future with bright eyes and hope for tomorrow. There’s hope even in the darkest corners. If I can say that, so can you. Find a way to live again. For me. For what could have been.
When you’re ready ... if a nice girl walks into your life and gives you her heart, give her yours. Please.
I’m just a memory now.
Always in my heart,
Heidi
The letter was sweet, but it pissed me off. I ripped it up and left the pieces on her kitchen table, then walked out to my so-called bright future. I don’t know what she intended, but the heart doesn’t work like that. You don’t fall in love with a person and swipe your heart back when it’s convenient. The fact that she claimed she loved me, only to tell me that we couldn’t be together and I needed to give my heart to another girl, seriously pissed me off.
What kind of sick game show did I end up on?
I left her house and tried to call her at the next stoplight, but her phone was disconnected. Not in service. She must’ve changed her number.
I punched my steering wheel, then squeezed it as hard as I could. I’m not an angry kind of guy. I don’t pinch and hit and yell. I’ve never thrown anything across the room. But right then I sure as hell wanted to.
Not because of her. Whatever she did, she genuinely thought was for the best. I wasn’t angry with her. Just the situation. The twisted circumstances that I never failed to shove my heart into.
I didn’t say this often either, but I needed a drink.
Another email popped up on my phone.
From: Secret Admirer
To: Patrick Wheldon
Subject: Something you used to do...
Hey Patrick, just wondering ... what’s one thing you did before marrying your wife that you wish you could do again?
From: Patrick Wheldon
To: Secret Admirer
Subject: RE: Something you used to do...
Hello nameless strange person, I used to skateboard. Haven’t in years.
From: Secret Admirer
To: Patrick Wheldon
Subject: RE: Something you used to do...
Meet me at the skate park in 10?
From: Patrick Wheldon
To: Secret Admirer
Subject: RE: Something you used to do...
No.
From: Secret Admirer
To: Patrick Wheldon
Subject: RE: Something you used to do...
Okay. Well, maybe go by yourself? Might be fun to try it again. If you want company, I’ll be spying on you from the tree branches. Watch out for flying acorns.
I laughed. Almost responded and told her that trees don’t have acorns in winter, but I refrained. Never in a million years would I fall for a secret admirer, but curiosity lingered. Weird to imagine. Kinda creepy too. If she didn’t know my friends, I definitely would’ve trashed her email.
Can’t say the oddness of it didn’t intrigue me though. Just a little.
Ch. 21 | Heidi
Andy and I walked into an apartment building and he asked the lady at the front desk if we could see a vacant rental. She pressed a few buttons on the phone and a few minutes later a man walked up to us, shook our hands, and led us through a hallway, up two flights of stairs, down another hallway that smelled like curry, and to a door. He unlocked it, revealed the one-bedroom apartment with tan carpet and one small window by the kitchen, then asked us if we liked it. Andy looked at me. I nodded. I’d take anything at this point, didn’t really care. Also liked that it was a month-to-month lease, just in case Andy left me again.
The man led us back down the hall, the steps, the other hall, and into the office. I signed a few papers. Andy refused to have anything in his name. He didn’t want to be tracked. I didn’t remind him that someone could probably find him through me if they really wanted to. Instead, I signed the papers, paid the deposit, and took the
Please, let me go as you have let Emily go. Walk into your future with bright eyes and hope for tomorrow. There’s hope even in the darkest corners. If I can say that, so can you. Find a way to live again. For me. For what could have been.
When you’re ready ... if a nice girl walks into your life and gives you her heart, give her yours. Please.
I’m just a memory now.
Always in my heart,
Heidi
The letter was sweet, but it pissed me off. I ripped it up and left the pieces on her kitchen table, then walked out to my so-called bright future. I don’t know what she intended, but the heart doesn’t work like that. You don’t fall in love with a person and swipe your heart back when it’s convenient. The fact that she claimed she loved me, only to tell me that we couldn’t be together and I needed to give my heart to another girl, seriously pissed me off.
What kind of sick game show did I end up on?
I left her house and tried to call her at the next stoplight, but her phone was disconnected. Not in service. She must’ve changed her number.
I punched my steering wheel, then squeezed it as hard as I could. I’m not an angry kind of guy. I don’t pinch and hit and yell. I’ve never thrown anything across the room. But right then I sure as hell wanted to.
Not because of her. Whatever she did, she genuinely thought was for the best. I wasn’t angry with her. Just the situation. The twisted circumstances that I never failed to shove my heart into.
I didn’t say this often either, but I needed a drink.
Another email popped up on my phone.
From: Secret Admirer
To: Patrick Wheldon
Subject: Something you used to do...
Hey Patrick, just wondering ... what’s one thing you did before marrying your wife that you wish you could do again?
From: Patrick Wheldon
To: Secret Admirer
Subject: RE: Something you used to do...
Hello nameless strange person, I used to skateboard. Haven’t in years.
From: Secret Admirer
To: Patrick Wheldon
Subject: RE: Something you used to do...
Meet me at the skate park in 10?
From: Patrick Wheldon
To: Secret Admirer
Subject: RE: Something you used to do...
No.
From: Secret Admirer
To: Patrick Wheldon
Subject: RE: Something you used to do...
Okay. Well, maybe go by yourself? Might be fun to try it again. If you want company, I’ll be spying on you from the tree branches. Watch out for flying acorns.
I laughed. Almost responded and told her that trees don’t have acorns in winter, but I refrained. Never in a million years would I fall for a secret admirer, but curiosity lingered. Weird to imagine. Kinda creepy too. If she didn’t know my friends, I definitely would’ve trashed her email.
Can’t say the oddness of it didn’t intrigue me though. Just a little.
Ch. 21 | Heidi
Andy and I walked into an apartment building and he asked the lady at the front desk if we could see a vacant rental. She pressed a few buttons on the phone and a few minutes later a man walked up to us, shook our hands, and led us through a hallway, up two flights of stairs, down another hallway that smelled like curry, and to a door. He unlocked it, revealed the one-bedroom apartment with tan carpet and one small window by the kitchen, then asked us if we liked it. Andy looked at me. I nodded. I’d take anything at this point, didn’t really care. Also liked that it was a month-to-month lease, just in case Andy left me again.
The man led us back down the hall, the steps, the other hall, and into the office. I signed a few papers. Andy refused to have anything in his name. He didn’t want to be tracked. I didn’t remind him that someone could probably find him through me if they really wanted to. Instead, I signed the papers, paid the deposit, and took the
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