Love Is The Best And Worst Thing - Part 4

TRANSCRIPT:

Natalie: 

3-28-97 9:00 am

We’re leaving today.  I’m happy and sad.  Happy I’ll see my friends again, sad that Scott didn’t talk to me.  I’m sitting by the ocean.  Some parts are as blue and clear as a swimming pool!  Maybe I’m getting attached to guys I don’t know because I’m lonely:(  I’m supposed to see Jeff tomorrow, and I don’t want to, just when I get over him.  Completely all I can think about is Scott:(

It’s 1:00 pm . We took off 45 minutes late.  1:58 minutes to Houston.  I’m over Scott.  There’s this guy that reminds me of Jeff sitting in front of me.  He is fine.  Too bad he’s in college and lives in Nebraska.  I was standing next to him and he asked me if I was from Texas because of my accent.  He’s sitting in front of me to the right.  He has great hair.  The girl sitting next to me is named Natalie.  Got to go for now.

Hey, I wonder if you’re going to be home.  I’m still in the plane.  This guy in front of me is fine.  Seeing him makes me miss Jeff.  They have the same hair, eyes, neck, skin color.  All together I’ve written you and Alecia 20 pages of letters.  Well, I’m going to find out what Bryan said if not today then Monday.  I really don’t care anymore.  I’ve been hurt so many times it’s not worth it.  Love is the best and worst thing.

5:45

Well, we just left Intercontinental in Houston.  We missed our other flight.  I really hope you’re home.

What a climactic end to this 4-day journey into the heart and soul of our dear friend.  We start out hopeful.  She makes a very important (and accurate!) observation that she’s becoming attached to guys too quickly, most likely because she’s feeling lonely.  We begin to think that maybe our protagonist is on the road to recovery, with a new outlook on life and love…

KABLAM!  Bryan, who?!  Scott, schmott!  Check out the hottie on the plane!  I’m imagining her making googley eyes at him right now.  Like an addict discovering their old stash, I fear this setback may delay the crucial recovery of our heroine’s heart.  But alas, we end our saga with a victory – she no longer cares about Bryan!  A wise old friend of mine once wrote:  “We are young.  Heartache to heartache, we stand - no promises, no demands.  Love is a battlefield”.  If it took some creeper on the beach and a corn-husking hunk to get her over that doucheball, then so be it.  There is no war without casualties, so cheers to our friend for making it out of this battle alive, victorious and stronger than ever.   

TO THE VICTOR!

The End.