"dear Judith
I owe you some answers
16, to be exact
I took a moment to write these answers
You'll find them all attached"
Okay, attaching
Clicking on it and attaching
"i don't expect a response from you
In fact it's probably best you don't
I'm not looking for forgiveness
I'm only giving you what you are owed
In the attachment
It's all there in the attachment"
All that's left now is to hit send
And the weight of the choice will be gone
Nothing I needed to say left unsaid
Those 16 questions did their job
And now this can end
With a pdf full of feelings and deepest regrets
I just have to hit send
Ohhhh, god.
Is it weird that I am writing my ex-wife
Out of the blue?
Are there any answers she could misconstrue?
Of course
She could
And of course she will
Scrutinize my answers
Think I'm full of shit
Wonder why it took me years
To get this over with
That's fine
Who cares?
Who cares?
Not me!
Jase (cont'd): sent! (realizing the gravity of it.) it's sent. I sent it. I sent you the e-mail with my answers attached.
And now I've sent my final message
And now I've had the final word
This love affair ends with a three page pdf
How 2017, how absurd
But I can finally move on now
No more living in the past
No more hoarding all my answers
Each and every single one of them I left attached
Here's to never looking back
All my answers are attached
Here's to never looking back
All my answers are attached
Okay, it's over
Oh my god, it's really over