So. This will now be my forever favorite book for reasons completely unrelated to it’s content.
A six year old, tissue thin letter from Gregory fell out of it as I was reading. Gregory was sitting next to me when it slipped out and landed between us. We both looked down at it. I looked at Greg who was still looking at the letter and his exact words were, “well shit.” In 2012 I was reading this book so he tucked it inside knowing I’d find it, but I stopped reading. I never found it. It’s a letter from the year before we divorced. It’s so painfully saturated in the ache we both were going through back then that it’s really not something we can even read today. I, of course couldn’t ignore the way this came about.. this was fate. It took me twenty minutes, but I felt it completely necessary and almost unforgivable if I didn’t read it in its entirety. How could this not be the universe telling me that it’s time I find this letter? Absolute fate.
Here we were, six years later, together and freaking the hell out over this. But also not. Because we have to remain calm. So we’re eating eggs way to late and drinking burnt coffee and trying not to laugh about it because it deserves respect. Right? Right.