finally got tired of it. That’s when he realized he was going to lose me, and he figured out a way to make peace with his decision.”
“Do you think he ever regrets it?”
“Regret…no. But I do think he misses the idea of being an artist. But he always tells me he wouldn’t change it if he could go back and do it all again. It’s very hard to make a living through your art.”
I hadn’t really considered that before, but she’s right.
“You know, Ava, in the end, the success you have in your career can only provide a certain kind of happiness and satisfaction. What really matters are your relationships and the love you have in your life. Nothing will ever be perfect, but I’m lucky we never gave up on each other. The moments I’ve had with Adam are the bright light I’ll always carry in my heart.”
As I drive home, I reflect on Katherine’s story. I’d always held Adam and Katherine in my mind as the perfect couple, so it was comforting to hear that even their relationship didn’t have a smooth start. The powerful pull they have for each other reminds me of how I’ve felt about Max since the first time I saw him at the art show in New York.
Despite all we’ve gone through, could we eventually have a happy ending too?
When I get home, I go through the mail and find a thick envelope addressed to me. My heart starts to pound. I’m almost certain it’s from Max. I tear it open and unfold a handwritten letter on drawing paper. His signature is at the bottom. My hands are shaking as I settle on the couch and start to read.
Dear Ava,
The look in your eyes the moment you broke away from me has haunted my every waking moment. All I wanted was to prove myself good enough to deserve your attention, but my actions only showed how unworthy I really am. Now I’ll always know I let you down, and I’ll forever regret it. All I can hope is that one day you’ll give me another chance to prove myself.
Our connection has come to mean the world to me, and I can’t accept that it’s gone. You are vibrant color, poetry and light. Your presence soothes me… lighting up my darkness, your whispers quieting the noise in my head. I want to be the man who inspires you too, that doesn’t just put you on a pedestal to admire your beauty, but encourages you to chase your dreams.
I’ve always believed we shared a destiny, so how do I walk through this life without you on my arm?
I’ve taken some time away to sort things out. My head hasn’t been in a good place for a long time, and I want to change that. But I need to right my wrongs and let the people who are important in my life know how I feel.
I’m sorry, but it’s hard to accept the idea that I’ve lost you. With each passing day, instead of a healing, the pain just grows. I miss you desperately, Ava, and despite everything, I hope that some small part of you misses me too.
Max
My heart is heavy and tender as I slowly read his letter twice more. I feel an entire range of emotions. It pains me to know he’s suffering. Part of me wants to wrap my arms around him and not let go. I miss him…especially when I remember the good times we’ve had together. A lingering anger still burns over the scene with Sheila. But I’m also nervous, thinking of the signs of his obsession with me and wondering if his sentiments in the letter are a reflection of that.
Despite our moment of passion at the print studio, we were just friends and didn’t owe each other anything beyond that. He still thinks I rejected him that night and doesn’t understand how much I’ve always wanted him. As upsetting as the scene with Sheila was, it’s not as if he was cheating on me. My situation was complicated too because of Jonathan. How judgmental can I be?
I have a sudden urge to explain all of this, to clear the air and untangle the crossed wires and misunderstandings. Hopefully, we can communicate and both heal and move toward whatever our destiny is meant to be.
I call Jess to
“Do you think he ever regrets it?”
“Regret…no. But I do think he misses the idea of being an artist. But he always tells me he wouldn’t change it if he could go back and do it all again. It’s very hard to make a living through your art.”
I hadn’t really considered that before, but she’s right.
“You know, Ava, in the end, the success you have in your career can only provide a certain kind of happiness and satisfaction. What really matters are your relationships and the love you have in your life. Nothing will ever be perfect, but I’m lucky we never gave up on each other. The moments I’ve had with Adam are the bright light I’ll always carry in my heart.”
As I drive home, I reflect on Katherine’s story. I’d always held Adam and Katherine in my mind as the perfect couple, so it was comforting to hear that even their relationship didn’t have a smooth start. The powerful pull they have for each other reminds me of how I’ve felt about Max since the first time I saw him at the art show in New York.
Despite all we’ve gone through, could we eventually have a happy ending too?
When I get home, I go through the mail and find a thick envelope addressed to me. My heart starts to pound. I’m almost certain it’s from Max. I tear it open and unfold a handwritten letter on drawing paper. His signature is at the bottom. My hands are shaking as I settle on the couch and start to read.
Dear Ava,
The look in your eyes the moment you broke away from me has haunted my every waking moment. All I wanted was to prove myself good enough to deserve your attention, but my actions only showed how unworthy I really am. Now I’ll always know I let you down, and I’ll forever regret it. All I can hope is that one day you’ll give me another chance to prove myself.
Our connection has come to mean the world to me, and I can’t accept that it’s gone. You are vibrant color, poetry and light. Your presence soothes me… lighting up my darkness, your whispers quieting the noise in my head. I want to be the man who inspires you too, that doesn’t just put you on a pedestal to admire your beauty, but encourages you to chase your dreams.
I’ve always believed we shared a destiny, so how do I walk through this life without you on my arm?
I’ve taken some time away to sort things out. My head hasn’t been in a good place for a long time, and I want to change that. But I need to right my wrongs and let the people who are important in my life know how I feel.
I’m sorry, but it’s hard to accept the idea that I’ve lost you. With each passing day, instead of a healing, the pain just grows. I miss you desperately, Ava, and despite everything, I hope that some small part of you misses me too.
Max
My heart is heavy and tender as I slowly read his letter twice more. I feel an entire range of emotions. It pains me to know he’s suffering. Part of me wants to wrap my arms around him and not let go. I miss him…especially when I remember the good times we’ve had together. A lingering anger still burns over the scene with Sheila. But I’m also nervous, thinking of the signs of his obsession with me and wondering if his sentiments in the letter are a reflection of that.
Despite our moment of passion at the print studio, we were just friends and didn’t owe each other anything beyond that. He still thinks I rejected him that night and doesn’t understand how much I’ve always wanted him. As upsetting as the scene with Sheila was, it’s not as if he was cheating on me. My situation was complicated too because of Jonathan. How judgmental can I be?
I have a sudden urge to explain all of this, to clear the air and untangle the crossed wires and misunderstandings. Hopefully, we can communicate and both heal and move toward whatever our destiny is meant to be.
I call Jess to
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