September 2030
Dear Asher,
I said I wasn’t going to write to you again, yet here I am. My life is looking better, and I thought after sending you so many pouty letters, I figured I would send one with some good news.
First, I’m happier. I truly am. I finally found a balance with work, well kind of.
I’m working only two shifts a week, which puts me at part-time, but I don’t care.
I like it a lot better. I started a side business, and my extra time goes to that.
It’s called Citrus it has been really good to see some hope in her eyes again.
I can’t wait to see them be parents. I don’t think I’ll be a mom.
It’s just not in the cards for me, and I’m older now.
It’s fine. I have beautiful nieces and nephews, and I can be a fun aunt.
Maybe in another lifetime, I get the spouse, the baby, and everything else on my checklist. For this one, I’m happy with what I have, and I’m working toward staying that way.
Now, the main reason I’m writing this is because I really need to stop acting like a 20 year old and get going with my life.
I loved the years we spent together—or apart, I guess—and I’m thankful for everything you gave me, everything you shared with me, and I’m sure, one day, when I’m old, I’ll tell all my nieces and nephews about the fling of a lifetime.
In the meantime, keep saving people and living life large. So others may live, right?
I do hope you know that you deserve love. At the very least, I hope you find someone who can see how worthy of their love you are.
Goodbye, Asher.
Xo,
Hales