A Letter

Micah,

     God, it feels weird typing that name.  Especially after so many months.  But that's not the point of this letter.  I'm not even really sure what is.

     Anyway, I guess I just needed this as some sort of... catharsis?  Closure?

     So, I've heard things, and there are things I want to say.  I know you've moved on.  Word travels.  I just hope that you've found what you need.  I know now it certainly wasn't me.  At least not in the long run.  You see, I've come to realize that there are people in our lives that we are supposed to come across.  They impact us in ways we never imagined... both good and bad.  And as horribly as things ended, as fucked up as our relationship was at times, it changed me.  Made me, in my opinion, a better person.  A person better able to handle certain things in life.  And for that, I am grateful.  

     I also hope you are treating the boys well.  In truth, it broke my heart to have to hurt them like I did.  I really did see them as almost like my own.  And well, they helped me, as much as I sought out to help them.  They became another set of those people I had to come across, then lose, in order to grow.  The possibility of having my own one day doesn't scare me as much as it did.  And again, for that, I am grateful.

     I've now found someone who makes me so happy, there are days I can't believe it's even real.  She... yes, she... I've been able to cross that hurdle now... is amazing in so many ways, I can't even begin to describe.  I fell in love with her in less than a day, and I'm all but absolutely certain she's "the one."  I hope you find that for yourself, somewhere.  We all deserve it, and no matter how badly things ended between us, I can still at least have the human decency to wish that for you.

     So, I guess this is goodbye again.

-M.D.


Mal sat there for a few moments, staring at the letter he had written, as he remained on his computer screen.  With a sigh, he printed it off and closed out the document without saving it.  Catching the paper as it fell from the printer, freshly inked, he gathered up the rest of what he needed and headed outside.

"Well, this is it," he spoke quietly to himself, standing out in the backyard of his new home. Tossing the letter onto the small barbecue he bought not long ago, he struck a match and flung it on top.  The young Native man watched the paper catch, fire eating away the words he needed to get off his chest, out of his mind.  As he stood there, his Husky, came sniffing up to investigate, then sat by his feet.  Leia had been a birthday gift from the man that now burning letter was addressed to, and it was crazy to think that had been almost a year ago.  She was the last remnant of that part of his life, but he could never get rid of her... a reminder that life isn't always perfect, but if you look at things in the right light, it's not always so bad.