EPISTLES OF ETERNAL LOVE

(FOUR YEARS LATER)

NICHOLAS:

“You ditched me.” Greg cried.

“Is that even possible?”

I missed his calls in an early queue for coffee. Getting back to the car, and seeing the notification, I decided to call him after dealing with the morning rush, but here I am, facing a trial of loving him less.

“How do you explain missing my calls and still breathing fine?”

“I didn’t survive. You are talking to my ghost.”

“No jokes.”

“Sweedy…”

“You do care only about your clinic.”

“Tell me to close down this fuvking clinic and I will. Just a word and it is over.”

He chuckled at the other end of the phone.

“No more fuvking word, Babe.”

“I am fuvking trying.”

“Fuvking try harder.”

I laugh out loud, having a few nurses turn to me in admiration.

I am a dentist, a successful one, in my magnificent clinic. I owe this achievement to the Waldeens and Lansey, who have in the past years, become a bosom friend. Despite returning to his country, we kept the communication nourished.

My clinic didn’