After I follow all the directions, my leg nervously bounces. It’s been a few years since I’ve been home. It’s been even longer since I’ve felt this nervous. I should have come home sooner. I should have come back as soon as Josette stopped answering my calls and after she quit the gym, but I thought she wanted space. At least that’s what her email said. I’d pleaded with her to reconsider, but she wouldn’t. I’ve read that email she finally sent me hundreds of times over the years. Each time I wanted to break down and call her, I’d remind myself why I hadn’t before. Every time I wanted to jump on a plane to see her, I’d recall the words she sent to me in such an impersonal way, though our relationship was anything but impersonal. Cutter, I hate to do this. I hate that you’re going to hate me. I hate that I can’t bring myself to call and talk to you, but it would hurt too bad. I think it’s best that we end whatever it is that we started. It was silly thinking it could all work out with you following your dreams and me going after my own.
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