Parting Words

Sally's always been one for the drama. John on the other hand, has not. So Sally feels she has no other choice but to pack her things and leave.

Hey.

I'm sure I'm the last person you want to hear from right now. Things have been a little rough between us lately and they sure didn't get any better yesterday. But there's something I need to tell you, something you need to hear despite how much it pains me to say this -

No. No that's not what I'm trying to say at all. I'm not going to make this a work of poetry and dress up the words to try and make it sting any less or try to get that Hollywood effect I've always yearned for. But I don't know how to be objective like you can be. I always get lost in the words that aren't there, in pictures no one else can -

God, I'm doing it again, aren't I? Rambling on like some bumbling fool with words that make no sense pouring over my lips - And again. God. I'm such a sap. No wonder you always got so frustrated with me. I would too, if I always had to hear someone talk on and on about metaphors and singing souls.

And here I am, trying to get into your good books. You're probably rolling your eyes right now, thinking what a loser I am. I started off this letter by telling you that I need to tell you something important and now I'm trying to sweeten up to you. I'm such a mess.

A mess with so much self-pity. It's just that I feel like I can tell everything to you and I forget to think that you may not want to know it or that you might have things to tell me too. Or that you may not want to tell me things. I wouldn't know because I never did shut up. God, there I go whining all over again about me. Why can't I think about you? Not that I should be asking you. I always ask you questions like these and put all my troubles on your shoulders - and wow, I'm whining again. God.

Anyway, I suppose I should get back on topic. That thing I needed to tell you. Right. It's not that I don't like being with  you or anything of that sort, rather it's just that the world is calling me. I just have this really strong urge to get out there and discover the world. That probably made you laugh, didn't it? The world's already discovered, you'd probably tell me if you were here with me. And I know that's true and the whole thing sounds silly and it's really hard to explain, but feelings aren't cut and dry, right? And I can't ignore this one. It's just too strong. I know that makes me sound weak, but then, haven't I always been this way? I suppose I could try to fight it, like you would tell me to. But I always lose in the end, so why bother?

And there I go again, making this all about me and my poor little self who can't do anything right. But it's not always about me. This is about you too.

"About you too." Do you hear me? I'm so selfish. But then, that's me, isn't it? 

I think it's about time that I get to the point before I ramble on like this forever. What I'm really teying to say here is goodbye. I love you, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, but there are somethings that are just more important than that. And this is one of them.

And that's really all I have to say. Well, that, and that I hope that one day we can meet again and maybe continue from where we've left off?

Much love,

Sally Edinsworth

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Author's Note

I'd like to know if Sally came off as dramatic, please. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[turnleftaticeland]

This might sound odd, but I see a lot of myself in Sally. The way she apologizes and doesn't want to make it about her, even though of course it's about her, if it weren't about her she wouldn't be writing this. But despite that, she doesn't want to seem selfish, doesn't want to be a bother, is always worried she's doing the wrong thing. I relate to that quite a lot. That might be why I don't exactly see her as "dramatic," since I don't really see myself as dramatic. She's still a compelling character, though. If she were more dramatic, she'd probably take her metaphors even further, try to make everything universal, talk about life and death and the meaning of existence. She'd use more extremes, use superlatives rather than comparisons. These are just ideas. And I do love the piece. I know you posted this three years ago but there's no harm in reviewing late, is there? (I hope I don't sound rude. These are just ideas.)

[Nevtry]

I'm glad you could relate to the character! Haha, don't worry about reviewing late, I'm glad you took the time to read and review the piece. You don't sound rude at all and I really appreciate your thoughts, thank you. :)

[turnleftaticeland]

This is unrelated, but I just messaged you on fictionpress.com. Could you do me a favor and check your inbox? (Sorry I know this sounds weird)

[Nevtry]

Hi, I haven't received any messages today on fictionpress. Is your username the same?

[turnleftaticeland]

Haha no, sorry, "just" was the wrong word to use. It's me, GoodbyeHello. I wasn't sure if you still checked fictionpress and I wanted to make sure you saw my messages. Sorry, I'm kind of a mess haha I just wanted to be sure you knew how grateful I was

Anyway this has ventured much further into awkwardness than I ever wanted or expected it to so I'm just going to say thank you and goodbye

[Nevtry]

Ah, okay, sorry about the confusion. Thanks for telling me, I hadn't checked fictionpress in a while and wasn't keeping much of an eye on it. :) Regardless, I appreciate your messages, I'm glad I could help. Best wishes. :)