Day Twelve: Joseph.

JOSEPH.

I

thought she’d

wait for me. But I guess not.

It’s my fault for pushing her away.

I should have let her stay. She was ready

to love me and only me, but I wouldn’t

let her in. I wouldn’t let her speak or feel what she

wanted. Instead I told her to let me go. And so she did.

She let me go. I didn’t know how much I wanted her to

say no. To say “I don’t care what you say, this is how I feel today,

and yesterday, and tomorrow. This feeling I feel is here to stay.

All I want is you. And all you want is me. Admit the truth, forget the rest.”

Merry Christmas. You got your wish. She let you go. It’s all for the

best. Maybe we’ll have a future. Maybe not. Maybe someday we’ll tie the knot.

I wish I could tell

you how much I

want to love you.

But the end is the

end. Goodbye

My Dearest Zooey.