“I wish that more people could see what I see in you” said Julienne, “people are blind to who you really are.”
He paused to think of a compassionate response, as not to hurt her feelings. “I do too dear, but there’s nothing I can do to change that. It’s the way it has to be.”
Julienne’s mission in life was always to promote his existence and make people see him in a more positive light but she’d never been successful. Nobody ever took the time to listen to her pleas. If it weren’t for him, she would feel alone in this world. Every day she wrote in her diary, expressing her feelings for him and reacting to what may have happened to her.
Dear Diary,
People were staring at me again as I walked down the street. It’s as though I’m invisible, like I can’t see their eyes locked on me, judging, thinking all kinds of insanities. I often wish that I could read their minds but, at the same time, am afraid of what they’re thinking. I can imagine it’s something along the lines of “who does she think she is?”, “why is she doing that?” and “I’m going to stay far away from that girl”.
I’m starting to get used to the pain of being alone. It’s almost become second nature to me. Yes, I have him, but I don’t know how much longer he’s going to stick around. I want to grow closer, but I can feel him pulling away. The time between our encounters is growing and communication is diminishing. I need to prepare myself to either tell him how I really feel or accept the pain of being without him. Either way, my future isn’t looking very bright.
Love, Julienne
She called him five times and hadn’t heard back yet. Each message must’ve sounded more and more desperate, she thought. Julienne knew the end was coming but she wasn’t ready to let go. She hadn’t been without him since she was eight years old; he had been by her side for the past twenty years.
As she entered her apartment upon returning from work, she saw the light flashing red. “My answering machine, he called!” she exclaimed, nobody hearing but herself. She hit play and listened intently.
“I’m sorry Julienne but this is the last time I am going to call you. If you want to say goodbye please meet me at Mario’s for a glass of wine tonight at 9 p.m.”
Mario’s was their usual meeting place. Julienne knew that after tonight, she would no longer be able to go there. She pondered whether or not she would meet him. On one hand, she really wanted to see him again, but on the other she didn’t want to say goodbye. She thought that after all, if you avoid confrontation then it’ll all just go away, right?
Julienne called her mother, the only other person who she chose to talk to. She didn’t have any friends at work and never socialized at school, she was a stereotypical loner.
“Hello”
“Hi, Mom…”
“Yes, dear, what is the problem?”
“Tonight is my last chance to see him before he leaves me, should I go?”
“Oh Julienne, you know that I think all of this nonsense is silly. You can’t really be in love; you need to move on and make some real friends. I say tonight you go out and do something new and forget about it. Call your sister, she’d be happy to take you out.”
“You know I don’t want to do that. Thanks anyways, you’re no help…Goodbye.”
She hung the phone up abruptly and decided that she had to meet him or it would be her greatest regret. After all, he had been her only companion since she was eight.
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