The Meaning Of

During a discussion about the meaning of life with my friend, we somehow began writing this story. I would write an installment, and then she would, completely making it up as we went. This is the result. Basically, for 70 some years, my friend searches for the grand question and answer to the meaning of life. Finally, after all that time, we come in contact again.

0Likes
0Comments
3753Views
AA

29. XXIX

TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

I told Jason that I would think about it, and then tell him once I reached a decision of whether or not to join him in his search. I'd already been looking for this woman for weeks now. I'd even flown across the country! But all to no avail. What other ridiculous things would I have to put myself through, all for the sake of Carmen Ramirez. Sure, she had been my friend once, one of my best friends even, but that was a long time ago. How could our bond be so strong that I was going this far out of my way to find her? She was probably enjoying herself, watching this all unfold, laughing at how pathetic I was. Was I really going to let her control my life? My life was mine, and I would spend it however I wanted. But, looking back, I realized that I had accomplished a lot. I'd done everything I could have hoped to do. I'd had a family, a happy life, and a successful job. I'd been able to finish my bucket list three times over. I was finally on the adventure I'd always wanted. But was it worth it? What if I never found Carmen? I paused in thought. What if I did find her? It would be embarrassing if I came all this way and she didn't even remember who I was. I had no proof that she cared for me. After all, she was the one who had ended our friendship all those years ago. Why would she possibly still care for me now? My heart dropped. She had left me. Perhaps she had never cared at all. And yet... I felt a sliver of hope. She had sent me those letters after all, hadn't she? She must have remembered me. She must care for me. My spirits lifted as I felt the glow of my own importance. She had to have contacted me for a reason. I must be important, right? Back and forth my mind went. I was never going to reach a decision. I called out to Jason. I figured I should just go with my gut instinct. 

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...