The Bracelet

I should mention that a recent event marked the end of an era.

I got my bracelet back from the Spaniard. I'd been waiting for it for so long that it seemed anti-climactic ... I'd expected some sort of emotional outburst. I mean we are talking about someone I was going to uproot my life for, which for better or worse I believed I would marry. We never got that far, as the story goes.

But he's had my bracelet for 3 years. And he finally found it and sent it back via delayed swiss post with swiss chocolate and a little swiss calender and a nice letter. Nothing romantic or creepy. Just a note wishing me well and apologizing for the delay. It had a note of closure to it, it seemed as though he understood as well as me that our contact was about to drop off -- that we were going to finally begin to fade slowly from each others lives without all the anger and angst caused by the awful breakup and the several heartbreaks that ensued.

In like a lion, out like a lamb. Considering all the fire of the past years of speaking, not speaking, seeing each other again, twice -- it seems strange to me that it should end with this silent letter. No voice. We haven't spoken on the phone for several months.

And I don't believe we will in those coming.