Sofia

The silence on the other end of the phone belies the rage building up inside of Sofia. Your friend and closest confidant for over twenty years, Sofia’s mood darkens as she hears your spouse, Chloe, shatter a vase against the wall, hurling insults along with it. As the argument rages on, Sofia chimes in with irritation hardening her usually soft, sultry voice. “This? This is what you’re fighting to hang onto? What you chose over me?” It had been years since the last time Sofia made mention of that fateful day over a decade ago, when the two of you nearly transgressed, stopping yourselves just in time to spare each other’s marriages. Sofia let her spouse go, even not being able to have you. She knew she had become emotionally unavailable to him, and so broke it off to be single, to be fair to her now ex and allow him to seek life elsewhere. As for you? You stayed with Chloe, meaning to be honorable and work through the issues, hopefully to find your way back to her. Ten trips around the sun have proven the futility of it all. Sometimes, two people are just unable to reach one another once they have drifted apart. Caught in separate currents, to grab ahold of each other would be a stretch that threatened to drown both. Here was Sofia, raw, unapologetically in love with you, having waited all these years for you to realize where you belong. “I want you to look at the shards of whatever it was she broke, and ask yourself if you want that to be the metaphor of your life. If the answer is ‘yes’, then it was wonderful knowing you, but I can no longer watch this.”