An Attempt To Fix It
The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
There were a couple of instances, shortly after their breakup, that Diane agreed to meet with Jerry. Both of these instances took place at malls. One was at the Square One Mall in Saugus. The other was at the Burlington Mall in Burlington. In both instances I think he was hoping to win her back and in both instances it seemed she was having none of it.
I remember that I was merely the chauffeur. When we got to whichever location it was it was my job to just find something to do until they were done. Both times I found myself hoping that Jerry and Diane would make up, but it was not to be. He seemed hopeful after each occasion, but also a little defeated. The very long process of losing hope began during those visits.
I felt bad for the guy. I still do. Whatever the fuck happened between them, they were both my friends and they’d been my friends during one of the most tumultuous periods of my life. I didn’t want to see either one of them hurting. I just didn’t know what I could do other than provide a vehicle for him to get his chance at reconciliation.