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For the past 12 hours, I've been drafting an email in my head. That I'm here typing rather than signed into gmail, means I've decided to let sleeping dogs lie.
Roughly six months ago, I was on the receiving end of an epic ghosting. While this isn't entirely a new phenomenon to me, since I've been on the "Fuck off" seat in this specific relationship on multiple occasions in the past 20 years, the addition of the element of having been "ghosted" is entirely new.
However, my most honest sentiment in this situation is: "Everything is as it should be."
I had wanted to send an email as the period on the sentence that never was spoken. I do not, however, want to open a conversation. I don't want to say too many words or receive too many words in return. I don't want to pour my soul into even a short message either to be told "I'm not going to bother with this" or to never receive an acknowledgement and always wonder if it was ever received.
So it goes here to collect dust with all the other periodless sentences and sentenceless periods.
This is not a request for justification, an attempt to clarify myself or a hope for anything ever in the future. This is me nodding my head silently in the direction of "it is what it is, and it always was."
As for the incidental things: keep the book--I've already bought Chad a replacement, and we all wish Ginger the happiest of birthdays.
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