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The End of the Devan Parker Saga - The Cover Story
October 2013
 
 
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Wed, Jun. 5th, 2002 08:21 pm
The End of the Devan Parker Saga

Early Tuesday morning I got the email from Adam; he and Devan had broken up. I have mixed feelings about their falling out, for I thought I finally would be able to reassemble my relationship with Devan, slowly, piece by piece. I thought I had all the time in the world. Such was not the case. I thought about staying in contact with Devan, but Adam told me they agreed to cease all contact, including via friends. Apparently they could not reconcile their futures together, and could not bear to let their relationship advance if it had no long-term objective. Its funny. The last time I thought I had lost contact with Devan forever, I had a sense that she still had an important role to play in my life. It turns out that feeling was right; she returned to radically alter my best friend's life. I have no such sense now. The time of Devan Parker in my life is gone now, a memory, almost a myth. In retrospect, I think I would've said something more if I had known, getting out of Adam's car last Thursday night, that it was the last time we would ever speak. There were so many things I wanted to tell her, to share with her. I was so excited about finally restoring her to my list of good friends. It seems almost criminal that she was so easily ripped from me again. On Tuesday night, Adam drove me home, then went to Devan's to return some tupperware. Since I would walk past there anyways, I offered to return it for him. He laughed, and told me that wouldn't be a good idea. I asked why not, and he told me I "kinda scare her". Harsh overtones, no matter what. With that little nugget of knowledge, the one I suspected, but never confirmed, I think it really set in that I never really had a chance of recovering or even salvaging the relationship I once shared with her, just a year ago. How far I have fallen. On a happier note, Rachael came to visit me that night. She, myself, Tom, and Adam all went to Friendly's for dinner, then sat about at my house to talk. We saw her pictures of Scotland, and brought her up to speed on the events of the last four months. Adam and Tom left, and Rachael and I sat in my bedroom and talked until about 2315. It felt so good to have her back. Today, I worked late. With Adam and Devan having disintegrated, and Rachael off catching up with her other friends, it didn't seem so bad to have to stay at Checkerboard several more hours. I accomplished what I needed to accomplish. We've started an email game of Diplomacy on Pete's home machine, which gives us something to talk about over lunch. The stress of the office is starting to overwhelm me, but I'm working to adapt with it. To proverbially roll with the blows. What else could I do?

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