Unsent: Part Two
8 Jan
Dearest Anon,
I received a phone call from a blocked number the other day. I thought it was you. For no other reason than if this was four months ago it would have been you. Two missed calls– blocked–one after the other. I racked my brain to think of an alternative. Who else would call me a little before 9 p.m? My bank–who also hides their number–don’t call that late to harass me.
It must have been you, I hoped. Or maybe I didn’t. I don’t really know.
Days later it occurred to me that it could have been Zara. Earlier that day I had asked for a pair of black boots. They told me they would call to confirm if they had them in my size.
Now a pair of black, flat boots that are not too pointy and not too round are hard to find and so naturally I was confused.
Did I want that blocked number to have been you? Or my boots?
There was simply no choice.
I wanted the boots. I chose shoes over you.
I think we can now safely assume that in leaving me, you left me beautifully unbroken.
E
That was simply beautiful
….. beautifully unbroken….. couldn’t have said it better.
I agree with Mai, I love that phrase. But hunny, those boots are gorgeous. Seriously, no contest.
PS: ‘Who’s Zara?’
“Beautifully unbroken.” I just paused and spoke the phrase aloud for its rightness. Sometimes that is how they leave us.
Also….you’ve reminded me that I need to go to Zara. :)