Why would one who claims me as one of his closest friends not say goodbye?
- He was lying?
- He was overcome by grief from my leaving?
- He’s dead and I don’t know about it?
- He didn’t get the message?
- He read the date wrong and thinks I’m leaving in February?
- His mobile phone fell in the toilet and the water erased all the data? (He didn’t have a back up of course)
- He got lost in a sandstorm when I sent the message and still hasn’t found his way out?
- He was abducted by aliens and they’re conducting tests to figure out what makes men tick?
- None of the above… he’s just an arsehole?
Why didn’t I call him to ask? Maybe because I know the reason he didn’t say goodbye. Maybe I have known the reason for a while, but since I can’t deal with that kind of stuff I was slowly pushing him away so he would never be able to say the words that I *think* were on his mind.
So if I couldn’t deal with it, why was I thinking about him a lot before I left? Was it nostalgia? Wondering what might have been if I wasn’t such a commitment-phobe? At the time I passed it off as that last bit of string you clutch onto when things are about to change… grasping as you fear what the next stage of life holds. I know there couldn’t have been anything between us, as a life partner, he was missing some of what I needed, what I want, what I’ve decided I deserve… if I can only let go of my fear of commitment.
So I’m going to leave it at that, if he ever shows up, making excuses, maybe even apologising for not wishing me well and a safe journey as even the most distant person in my life did, I’ll continue to hold him at arms length, saving us from the uncomfortable situation we’ll find ourselves in if he does ever tell me the truth.