The swelling of emotions curled over me and crashed upon my heart.
As the hurt flowed from her eyes, my words sounded as if someone else was speaking for me. Yes, my pride had over ruled my heart, again. As she asked why, my silence only added to her pain. My pride stated his case in cold hard facts in his usual self serving way. I loved her and here I am saying goodbye, knowing I couldn't let her go. My pride patted me on the back stating "Nobody treats us like that, never!". Forty years later, I whisper farewell to the both of them.
True story my friend, for forty years I believed all my lies and the cold hearted voice of my pride. I left her crying and turned and walked away. My unyielding pride comforting me with all that macho real man rhetoric. A real man would have cold cocked his pride and wiped her tears repeating over and over he loved her. But that was then my friend, today that moment is a just another lesson learned. Seems like we are never too old to speak for ourselves.
So . . . . . Fare thee well, Julie.
I am so sorry I didn't wipe away your tears.
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