Final notice. I provided my final notice. Handed it over in a bold print with big letters at the top. FINAL NOTICE it read. I sent it via email. I faxed it. I texted it. How many times can you give a final notice to someone before they get it? See we live in this world where people eat romantic gestures in their cornflakes, they scoop in the possibility for a grand gesture in their spoons, they chew on the images of what a relationship will be like that by the time its done really done they are in the in a dazed belief in what love and relationships mean. Its the monet of love. It looks great from afar but close up you realize not what you expected. It takes many pieces to make the whole. In worshipping the wrong things. Paying homage to the salaries, kneeling before the engaged, praising the ring has indeed complicated it all.
Final notice to some means. Try harder. Chase me. It means. Pay the final respect of this last image in this movie and come after me. Run after me. But they never do show the next scene. What really happens. Final notice. To me. Means donzo. Finished. Moldy. Garbage. Because to get to a final notice with me means you had to have a lot of notices in between. I don't jump to the final notice without proof. Without some warning. Its hard enough for me to type the letters and commit to them. I know I might not mean them in the way I should. So I don't write them until I have to. Until I really mean it.
Final notice. It reads at the top of the paper. But ignored in text messages, come meet me, I want a drink and nothing else. And I am without my wife. From an old boyfriend. Who when you dated wasn't attached. Or showing up where I will be just to see me. And then leaving early. Or that last email. Or that call will come. Again. Around the holidays. More calls will come. A rash of texts. The writing of the final notice. Deciding it is done. Its more than breaking up. Its more than ending. Its admitting the moving on. And how to move. On. Really. And how to keep going. When those you paid a final notice try to renegotiate the terms. Of friendship. Of love. Of the connection to you.
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