Sitting at the foot of her bed, she wept crocodile tears.
The damp letter sat beside her. Ink spread in the water.
“Dear Angie,” it said, “I can’t do this anymore…”
It was at that point that her stomach tightened.
He throat felt like a noose.
Her face flushed.
She knew it was because of the card.
She had told him she loved him, even though she knew he wasn’t ready.
He was like a frightened deer in the headlights, yet she sent the card anyway.
At 30 years old, she stood at the edge looking down.
She didn’t see a way out, so she trusted that God knew what was best.
And by trusting in the universe, she found that she could navigate the waters of temporary depression.
By jumping, she embraced her future.
And she started to learn how to stop her destructive tendencies.
She met herself again.
And they became good friends.
It wouldn’t be long before she was in another relationship.
She would have a better understanding of his needs,
She would give him his space,
And she would be rewarded.