6:00pm
There is a certain smell down here that reminds me of you. It’s a good smell, one of old buildings and history. Scents, like this and that of your loft, seem to be common to my memories of our friendship. I got here a little early and ordered a Macallen 12. The bartender looked shocked I’d ordered it. I guess it’s a rare request. Hehe.
7:00pm
Ordered some dinner, they do a good Fish & Chips here. It’s cooling off outside and the sun is getting lower. My head snaps up every time I hear the creak of the door open.
8:00pm
The bar has quieted since the happy hour crowd has dispersed. I’ve mostly passed the time reading a book. One of the many things I miss about you is your book recommendations.
9:00pm
The sun has set completely. The bar has gotten busier strangely enough. I keep hoping you’ll walk in every time the door opens. I need to apologize in person, I need to tell you what I’ve learned in these past months, I need to thank you.
10:00pm
It is time to go. This has been my closure. I’ve shed tears and smiled at memories tonight. I did not get to see your face but perhaps someday you’ll reach out. I truly hope you are happy, wherever you are. I hope tonight and every night that your life is filled with happiness. I am so incredibly sorry about who I was in the past but I want to thank you for jolting me onto a new path in the only way you knew how. I can never thank you enough but I hope, someday, that I can explain to you exactly what you mean to me.