Clementine had become a wild child. Born in America but raised abroad, she now had little regard for the expectations of high society. But her reckless ways eventually catch up with her when she is kicked out of college in New York City and forced t...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
EPILOGUE
I
Dearest Zico,
I write to you from the other side.
Do you know, I've been thinking recently about some things -
We want so badly to recognize ourselves in someone. I think you recognized something of yourself in me, something long lost. An innocence of being, a child-like hope that things will turn out alright.
I think I recognized something in you, that I had all along.
That freedom I thought about when it came to you, it was always in me. Your way of being, your laughter, you!
But I also had that lost in me, just like what I had was lost in you.
What we did have in common though, was a sort of cynicism of knowing what it was like to want something so much with your whole being, and then losing it - not getting it. That sense of possible fulfilment and then no possibility of it - I think there was something there for both of us.
So maybe it was when you got from me, what you needed. And I got form you what I needed (simply a key to unlock it inside of me), we fell apart. We were no longer on the same wavelengths.
I could lie and say time did't stop for me when it stopped for you, but it did. I don't know how long you sat there, or how you could possibly have managed it. Leading me to ask the same question I always beg of you, how was it for you?
But for a long time, there was no time for me. Not without you in it. A sort of meaningfulness fell over my life the same way the snow fell over New York that first time after you.
Looking back on it, I don't think I ever stopped loving you. How can you love something once and then never again? Impossible.
Did you ever forget about me?
I hope not.
I supposed I only stopped needing you.
Like, in a strange way, I found what I was looking for in me and then we fell apart.
Like in a way, we got what we needed. I don't know if I believe in destiny but; I believe in meaning, purpose. The way that life brought us together for a reason. No matter how painful....there was joy. You remember, don't you?
It all seems so quick now. Like spinning around, going faster and faster until it all just...stopped.
If only somebody could have puled me aside and told me this is it. This is your life. Enjoy it.
But then again, maybe its supposed to be so good that only looking back on it can you realize what you had.
What we had.
Because then, I remember this well, something funny happened to me. 'Success'. And though after, it may not have been everything it was brought up to be - I still had to get there. And in order to get there, I had to somehow find myself again and find that belief. To get there though, I had to let go of the past, and of that thing that held us together so well. That same, old belief that you and I were born to lose so why not just love as hard as we could, get as much as we could out of this ole' life.
