This Is Me Letting You Go

by Heidi Priebe

We ended up in the era with planes and trains and cars and cell phones and Skype calls. We ended up in the age of relentless communication and instantaneous connection. Of all the possible worlds that we could have gotten stuck in, we found ourselves living in a time when it’s possible to wake up to a good morning text every day from someone who is clear across the world. And when you look at it that way, it doesn’t seem so bad. When you look at it that way, it doesn’t seem unbearable to wait for a couple more months or a few painstaking years or a single stretch of absence that will eventually be bridged. When you look at it from the angle of the bleak improbability that two people like you and I would ever co-exist, the timing doesn’t seem so wrong at all. Because really, who are you and I to demand any more from the Universe? Who are we to mandate that the stars all align in our favor and the fortunes always cater to our fates? When we chisel it down to probability, we’ve already come out on top here. So it’s only fair we put in some work.