“James if you walk out that door, then we’re done. There’s no going back.” Jessica said, tears in her eyes to her now ex-fiancé. James hesitated with his hand on the door. Could he go back? Was this problem fixable? He turned toward Jessica with his answer.
“I’m sorry Jessica. I just can’t do this anymore.” Jessica’s lip trembled, and James left before she burst into tears.
“Phew, man, so glad I dodged that bullet.” James said, as Jessica’s wails become audible through the door. As James reached the car his best friend called.
“James, did you do it?” She asked.
“Yeah, me and Jessica are through.” I reply.
“I’m so sorry James.” She says.
“It had to happen.” I say. “We just weren’t meant for each other.
“Well, if you need to talk about it I’ll be here for you this weekend. Do you want to get coffee?” She asked.
“That’s very thoughtful of you.” I say. “But I’ll have to decline. I’m actually really looking forward to having some alone time.”
“Um, okay.” My best friend replies. “If you change your mind I’m always here for you James.” She says.
“Cool, thanks, I really appreciate having you as a friend.” I reply, and then hang up the phone.
That weekend I have an amazing time in my wood working shop finishing up a beautiful cedar table. I’ve just learned a new carving technique to inlay a chess board in the middle of it. During the final polishing steps Jessica calls me up.
“Hey, James, I’ve thought a lot about what you said, and you’re right, maybe we aren’t right for each other.” She says.
“I’m glad you feel that way.” I say. “Closure is a good thing.”
“I think so, would you feel comfortable coming by later today to do this in person?” She asks.
“Nah, I’m really just fine now. You take care now Jessica.” I say.
“Um, okay.” She says awkwardly.
“Bye.” I say.
James spent the rest of his life being single and pursuing a flourishing handmade carpentry career.