Besides the Ocean (part 7)

It’s been a few years since then, I’ve called some of our old mutual friends to see if they’ve gotten any word from him. It seems like I was the only one he’d bothered to contact since the last time he was back in our old suburban stomping grounds. I would have watched for him at my wedding, but my fiancé ran off with another man a few days before the ceremony. I received plenty of packages from people hoping to soothe me; most of them obviously repurposed wedding gifts. One of them was unmarked, with postage from a little village in Canada, it was a hallmark card, inside was scrawled, “I’m sorry to hear about what happened, just know that someone out there loves youâ€?. The ink was tear stained.

I put it up with the rest of the postcards. It was the last I ever heard of him.

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