Voice mail

“Justin

Hey it’s me... um, Keryn. I got your postcard, thanks heaps. I hope you go well with everything, you know, the tennis and stuff. Oh, god, I hate these things. I never know what to say. I wish your phone was just on.

Um, I’m holding your postcard here in my hand and it says that you’re sorry for what you did. Justin, I didn’t think I’d ever say this - but, don’t be sorry. Okay? Just do that for me? I don’t think we were ready, as a couple, to go and act on all those impulses that day... something in the back of my mind wanted to... but I knew it was wrong. I guess maybe throughout the time we were with each other I was giving inaccurate signals. But I’m not saying it was my fault... I was as scared as ever that day... you scared me.

I liked you Justin, but I don’t think we could have successfully created a relationship. It’s always been a platonic thing with us. We were lying to ourselves. I was basing my life on Taylor. And you were just trying to get through college before you started travelling the world with your sport, anyway. Do you hear what I’m saying?

The only thing that scared me that day, Justin, was the way you changed. You completely showed a side of yourself that I’d never seen in such a force before. You were so angry... I don’t think you’re like that... so, I forgive you for that. The whole situation is something I’ll never forget... but things like that just make us learn and grow stronger and stuff. So, it was just a bad experience.

I hope that when we see each other next we’ll be able to start our friendship over again. Next time we see each other, we’ll just pretend it never happened. Okay?

Well, I better get going. I’ll see-ya.”

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