Dear Mr. PostMan

Goodbye my almost lover

Anna – 2018

It's been a month since I got that first letter from John, and in that time, we've been talking almost every night, texting during the day, and writing each other. But on the days when we're not communicating, I feel restless. Bored. Empty. I miss hearing his voice, more than I thought possible.

Lately, though, it's been different. I've started to feel something deeper, something I can't ignore. I crave more. I want to feel his hand in mine, his lips on mine. And as much as I hate to admit it, I think I'm falling for him. But that's the part I can't stand—the fact that we can never really be together. We live in two different times, two different worlds, and I know all this communication will eventually end. Time will tear us apart, and no amount of phone calls or letters can stop it.

It's making me frustrated, and I think John's picking up on it. So, when he called me tonight, I couldn't hide it.

"Anna, you've been acting a little off lately," he said, his voice soft but filled with concern. "Are you okay?"

I hesitated, the words stuck in my throat. How do I tell you that I'm falling for you, and that I know we can never be together?

"I'm fine, John," I said, biting my lip, trying to push down the emotions threatening to spill over.

"Anna, love, I can tell when you're not fine. So, tell me. What's going on?" he pressed gently.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. "Oh, John... I want to see you," I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. "I don't want to keep hearing your voice, wishing that instead of this phone call, you're right here with me."

I felt a tear slip down my cheek. It wasn't just the distance that hurt—it was the thought that we might never close that gap. There was a sigh on the other end of the line.

Johns point of View: 

John stared at the phone, his heart aching with the distance between them. Wish I was over there with you, Anna. I wish I could hold you, make this easier for both of us. He let out a deep sigh, his mind racing for a way to bridge the gap, to offer something—anything—to ease the pain of their separation. And then, an idea sparked.

What if I could make her feel like I'm there, even if I'm not?

The thought settled in his mind, and he smiled to himself. He could make it work, even if it was just for a moment.

"Anna, what side of the bed are you on?" John's voice was calm, but there was a seriousness in it that caught her off guard.

Anna's point of View: 

Why does he want to know what side of the bed I'm on?

"The right," I said, a bit confused. "John, what does this have to do with anything?"

"Just trust me, love. Now, close your eyes," he said, his voice warm and steady.

Close my eyes?

I hesitated for a moment, not sure what this was all about, but I did as he asked. "Okay, eyes closed. What now?"

"Now, imagine I'm lying next to you, on the bed with you, facing you on the left side," he said, his voice so soothing it almost made me forget where I was. I tried to follow his instructions, though still skeptical.

I let out a soft sigh. "Really, John? How is this supposed to help?"

"Just trust me," he repeated, his tone gentle but firm. "Now, picture me there with you, caressing your soft cheeks, staring into those beautiful, mesmerizing green eyes of yours."

I closed my eyes tighter, focusing on the vision he was trying to create. For a moment, I could almost see him—dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans, his hair slicked back, his fingers gently brushing my cheek. His eyes met mine, deep and warm.

But when I opened my eyes again, he wasn't there. The emptiness of my room hit me harder than I expected."But in reality, you won't be here, John," I whispered, my heart aching. "We'll never be there, together. Maybe we should just end this before we hurt each other more."

"Anna, no," he said, his voice suddenly filled with urgency. "Listen, we can make this work. I don't know how, but I will find a way."

He's just making excuses. He doesn't want to face the truth. I'm the one who has to be strong for both of us.

I took a shaky breath, feeling the tears welling up again. "I need to go, John. Please... don't call me for a while. I need space to think," I said, my voice barely audible. "So... this is goodbye. For now."

I hovered my finger over the end call button. And before I could stop myself, I clicked it.

I heard John's voice crack as he called my name, desperately pleading for me to stay on the line, to not end it like this. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't keep pretending. I ended the call, and as I did, I broke down. I cried for everything we could never have, for the goodbye that came too soon.

As I lay in bed, Jack curled up next to me, I cried myself to sleep. And in the quiet, I tried to imagine what my life would be like without John. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, this was the last time I'd ever hear his voice.

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