Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Private Message that Went Awry

So, there was this girl I had accepted a friend request from, a girl I didn't actually remember from high school, who would post really clever things and seemed to be a devoted wife and mother. I admired her. Via facebook, we became friends, meaning we'd comment on eachothers status updates. She even posted a hilariously risque' photo on my wall once.

So, one day she asked me, within the body of one of my status updates, if I remembered who she was. I didn't. She told me she would send me a private message. This is what followed, virtually unedited. I hope you enjoy. I invite comments.




Her:
I worked at the drug store in high school.... You came in, we hung out & slept together!:-P lol..... You lived in an apartment in Desoto at the time. Hahaha! Small world, huh? :-) I've wondered for months if you made the connection !:-

Me:
Hmmm...I'm leaving here in a moment; unavoidable. I owe you a long, long inbox message. Wow, though!

Her:
Ahahahahaha... Love it! & you owe nothing.... I just think it's hilarious:-)

Me:
Where to begin? This really is so big for me. Maybe to you, with the limited capacity one would expect that you have to know why, this is having a surprisingly profound impact on me.
This really has been a memorable month, and particularly unusual day; a great one, though, but that's because I'm equipped with perspective and I'm merry! It's one for the ages, that's for sure. Maybe this is why such a surprising thing as finding out who you are feels this way. Maybe not.

So fasten your seatbelts. I'm going to take you on a ride. There will be fun. There's going to be an apology in there; better than the one coming up. I do want to tell you, though, I really mean this next one.

I am sorry.

I ask that you be my muse.

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Source: http://forums.ufc.production.sparkart.net/showthread.php?t=129060&goto=newpost

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