The Power of Speech

25-august-2013-power-of-speech-james-3-1-638Like almost everything, it starts off with a woman.

Last year, I was dating this girl. For anonymity’s sake, let us call her Samantha. Now Samantha is a lovely girl; pretty, loving, intelligent, everything that you could want in a relationship. Until one day during fall break, I started thinking that I wanted to break up with her. There was no reason behind the thought, it just popped into my head and I could not stop thinking about ending the relationship.

I came back to school and decided to take Samantha out to dinner at some restaurant downtown. I was still being pegged by the thought of ending the relationship with her when we got on the bus, so I was being more quiet than usual. She asked me what was wrong, and I told her it was nothing. She pressed further.

“What are you thinking about?”

I told her not to worry about it. She let it go after that.

We arrived at the restaurant and were seated at the table, stereotypical date style: sitting across from each other. My food came, but Samantha was not hungry so she sat there silently while I ate.

“Are you ever going to tell me what you were thinking about?” she interrupted.

“Fine,” I stated firmly.

I told her that I was thinking about breaking up with her. I also told her that I had decided against the idea. Samantha stood up, looked at me, gave a nervous chuckle, and walked away.

For a few weeks I wish I had not shared my thoughts about breaking up with her.

Eventually, she forgave me and we started being friends again, going out and doing stuff with other people. It got to the point where we could be alone together without it being extremely awkward. In fact, now we are even closer than we were when we were dating.

She’s seeing someone else now and it is getting to the point where Samantha and her new boyfriend are talking about moving in together. Sincerely, I am glad for her.

Looking back now, I am happy I told her that I was thinking about breaking up with her because where one relationship ends, another begins.

Samantha was not the love of my life, but she found hers.

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