My Sassy Girl Page #7

She said she had a great guy

she wanted to introduce me to.

I couldn't bear

the thought of it.

And then I met you.

You reminded me of him.

You were both strong and kind

and confident...

in your own way.

Charles Bellow.

- Charlie.

- Hmm. You even look like him.

And there were

many other parallels.

They were small,

but they seemed important.

He and I met

on a subway platform.

Just as you and I met.

Like you, he carried

a handkerchief.

I was very sick at the time

and he took care of me...

like you did.

As you and I

got to know each other,

I felt the cloud begin

to lift a little bit.

I thought this was because

of the similarities

between you and him.

And so I decided

that you and I

would do everything

he and I had done.

That way, it would be almost

like he had never died

and the pain would stop.

Because on

our 33rd day together,

he brought a rose to my class,

I asked you to do the same.

Because he and I planned

our future under this tree,

I chose it

for you and me as well.

Because he and I had

a favourite restaurant...

Cheers!

I brought you there.

And because he died

in the ocean...

I pushed you to go in...

and then saved you.

All of this was crazy

and selfish and wrong, I know.

But grief can make us crazy.

Anyway, it didn't work

And at a certain point,

I realized I didn't like you

because you were like him.

- Whoa!

- I liked you

because I liked you.

But every time

I started to be happy,

I would stop myself.

It felt wrong to be happy.

It felt wrong to let go,

to just forget about him,

even for just a minute.

It felt like

I was betraying him.

All I could do was hurt you

and that's not me, Charlie.

That's not me at all.

And someday,

I hope I can show you as much.

Something had to be done.

In order for us to have

a chance in the future,

I had to make a break

with the past.

And for this,

I needed time.

I hope I've healed during

our year apart.

And that I'm sitting with you

while you read this.

But if I'm not...

It's not because

I don't love you.

Because I do.

And it's not because

I don't miss you.

Because I miss you already.

It'll just mean

that I'm not better.

And that the story

isn't over yet.

Will you wait for me, Charlie?

Can you wait?

With all my heart,

I hope you can.

Love, Jordan.

- Sir, is everything OK?

- Yes.

Oh, yes.

Forgive me for staring.

When I was younger, I would've

tried to be more discreet.

But at my age,

I don't pretend anymore.

What's the point?

- I understand.

- So it's OK

with you if I stare?

- Stare away if you'd like.

- That's great.

Thank you, thank you.

- Is this your tree?

Yes.

Well, not exactly,

but this tree

and I have a secret.

- You do!

So do this tree and I.

- Is this your rock pile?

- Yes.

- What does it mark?

- Well...

A year and a day ago,

my boyfriend and I,

we buried letters here.

We promised to meet back

a year later to read them,

but I didn't show up yesterday.

- I see.

- What's your secret?

- Tell me, have

you been back here

since you buried

the letters?

- No.

- Do you know what's

happened in the meantime?

- No.

- Look closely at the tree.

Does it look as

you remembered it?

- Oh, uh, at first I thought so,

but now I'm not so sure!

- Four months ago,

the tree that was standing here

was struck and killed

by lightening.

The young man who replaced

the tree comes here quite a lot.

We've spoken once or twice.

- You can traumatize

the roots. I read it.

- What are you,

Martha Stewart?

- He tells me

it's very important

that there be a tree here.

Do you suppose he's the one

with whom you buried

the letters?

- Yeah.

- He's very nice.

Very strong in his way.

- Yeah, he is.

- Now, does the fact

that you've come here today

mean that you're healed?

Yeah, I read your letters.

I'm sorry.

It's very wrong of me,

but it gets very boring just

coming, sitting here sketching.

Besides, I told you,

old people just do

what they want.

- It's OK.

- So... are you ready

to be with him now?

- Well, I wouldn't have

come if I wasn't ready.

- Great.

That's wonderful.

Come on, I want you to

read the letter and call him.

I'll help you dig.

- Uh...

- What?

- Well, I'll read his letter,

but I'm not gonna call him.

- What are you nuts?

After all you've been through?

- If it was meant to be,

I would've been healed

by yesterday.

- What kind of nonsense is that?

Yesterday was one day ago.

Your healing was

off by one day?

- One very important day.

Destiny has spoken.

And to search for him,

would be like trying to

shape and mould destiny

and that just can't

be a good idea.

- Just suppose that the

shaping and moulding of destiny

is in fact your destiny.

- Ha! I never thought

about it like that.

- I'll tell you what destiny

means if you really wanna know.

That's the least I can do

for you letting me stare.

- What does it mean?

- Destiny is the bridge

you build

to the one you love.

- Yeah, but if it's meant to be,

it's meant to be, right?

- Aw!

I've been hearing people

say that to me for 78 years,

and I gotta tell you,

it really pisses me off!

OK, I'll leave you

to your letter.

It's not polite

for me to stay.

Besides, you're going to cry.

It's very moving.

He must've written

many drafts.

I wish you a story

with a happy ending...

and the wisdom to look for it.

- Thank you.

- I got the job.

- That's fantastic, Charlie!

- That's unbelievable!

- Yeah, you have no idea.

Um, here's the thing.

- Yeah?

- Uh-huh?

- I don't wanna work for

Tiller King.

- Why not?

- I--I'm sorry.

I ju-- I don't.

- Well, wha--

What are you

gonna do then?

- I'm gonna live.

Dear Jordan,

This is the story

of the first and last time

I ever fell in love.

And of the beautiful,

complicated, fascinating woman

who inhabits my soul.

I'm pretty sure

you're gonna leave me tomorrow,

so I better say this

while I have the chance.

Whether we're together or apart,

You will always be

the woman of my life.

The only man I will ever envy

is the man who wins your heart,

and I will always believe it was

my destiny to be that man.

If we never

see each other again,

and you're out walking one day

and you feel

a certain presence beside you...

that will be me...

loving you...

wherever I am.

- I mean, should I

just forget about her?

I should forget about her.

Because, realistically,

it's-- I mean...

Realistically, could we

ever really be together

is the question, you know?

And where is the line between

romantic and delusional?

And how--how do you know

once you've crossed

said line, you know?

Do we live in the physical

world that we can touch,

or do we live in the world

we create in our minds?

You should be a business major.

Excuse me, I said sparkling.

- Oh, there she is!

Oh, you've gotten

even more beautiful.

- Oh, please!

You've not aged a day!

- Oh!

So, how are you?

- I'm good.

Yeah.

- Somewhere in heaven,

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