"I came to tell you that I'm sorry."
My heart raced at the sight of him. Hands shaking, I opened the screen door and let him inside.
"Thanks." he muttered as he stepped into the house.
We stood there, staring at each other, for what seemed like forever, but really, was only a few seconds. Finally, I told him to take a seat and offered him something to drink. He declined on both counts.
"I miss you. I miss talking to you and I miss our friendship. I was an idiot! I'm sorry Lola, I'm sorry I hurt you!"
I had been waiting and waiting for years for this apology. I finally had it and I was at a loss for words.
He realized this and filled the void, "I fucked up ok? Is that what you want to hear? I did. I hurt you. You were my best friend and I'm standing now in front of you, asking for forgiveness..."
My eyes brimmed with tears, I could barely make him out as he stood a few feet in front of me.
Without any further hesitation, I threw my arms around him and hugged him. He hugged me back. We stayed that way for a long time. Just holding each other, me crying softly, and him telling me over and over how stupid he had been.
"I forgive you!" I meant it. I forgave him, just like that all hurtful words, painful acts disappeared. Forgiven. We smiled at each other and an overwhelming feeling of calm, mixed in with happiness filled my heart. We hugged again...
"Lola, wake up, it's time."
I opened my eyes, tears falling down my face. Reality sinking in. Gustabo was never here. Slowly, my mind started focusing on the present. Sadly, I remembered that he had been killed in a car accident three days before. The visit had all been a dream.
"Are you okay?" My sister asked me.
I stared blankly at her and nodded.
As I drove to the church where the funeral mass would take place, I quickly glanced up at the sky and whispered, "I forgive you." And I smiled.
*I don't know why but death has been on my mind a lot lately. It's trickling over to my topics for my stories and poetry. Hope you like this one!