#355 Celina | The 100 Pounds Project

by Seth Simonds

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Dearest Celina,

As I lay on the mattress thrown on the floor of that basement room where water froze if left in a glass overnight; you were there.

When I stared at the tower that comprised a job interview, wondered if I was really afraid of heights, and began to climb; you were there.

When I stepped on a plane to a country I knew nothing about for a job I wasn’t sure I could do; you were there.

As I looked into her eyes and said those three words without knowing for sure what her response would be; you were there.

When I stared into nothing and promised myself that I would begin to care for the body that has carried me through so many experiences; you were there.

When I returned from my walk this morning; you were gone.

If I could be sure of one thing in all my relationships, it is to know that I will never be resented. I do not resent you, Celina. You were there for a reason and it will drive me nuts if I insist on finding an explanation. I can accept your presence in the same way that I delight in your absence. We were meant to be, it’s true. But I’ve found that you never finished the sentence.

We were meant to be… apart.

Goodbye Celina.

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