The Letters That Seemed To Heal Essays - Joey Tribbiani, Fiction

The Letters That Seemed To Heal A letter that seemed to heal I stared into Joey's tear-filled eyes. We sat on the cold cement of my driveway and a soft wind blew my long hair across my emotionless face. The love of my life had cheated on me. I was so hurt, but would not let Joey know. As he poured his heart out to me, my facial expressions remained cold. I could not believe that the one who I trusted more than anything in the world had betrayed me in a state of drunken disillusionment. After Joey confessed his betrayal to me, he wrote me two letters begging for forgiveness. These letters have affected me in so many ways. I have read them at least a thousand times. The letters did not make Joey's actions right but they did make me feel better about myself. The letters also helped us overcome this obstacle in our relationship and grow stronger in our love and our trust. It was just like any other day. I went to school, then met my two friends at a coffee shop. They told me that they had to tell me something and that it was the hardest thing that they had ever had to tell someone. They told me that Joey had been with his ex-girlfriend this weekend while I was out of town. I was shocked and in a state of disbelief. My cheeks burned and turned crimson. Slowly tears began to roll out of my eyes. My friends tried to comfort me, but at the time it seemed impossible. I left the coffee shop and drove to Joey's house. I wanted to hear the truth from his lips. Someone must have called Joey and told him that I was on my way to his house, because as I pulled in the muddy driveway, I saw him. He was sitting on a chair on his porch with his head sunk deep in his hands. I told myself that I would not cry in front of him. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my car. As soon as he saw my face, he burst into tears and I knew it was all true. I know this sounds weird but it was the hardest thing in the world for me not to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay. He began to tell me the whole story. I'm not going to elaborate on all the details of his story because they literally make me sick to my stomach. I told Joey that we were going to have to take some time off. He was devastated and was determined to change my mind. In his eyes we had to compromise and work things out. No matter how much I wanted to just forget the whole thing, I could not. It would always be there in the back of my mind and I would never be able to trust him again. The next couple of days were the hardest days that I have ever been through. I woke up the next morning with puffy eyes and an aching headache. The last thing I wanted to do was go to school, but my mom thought that it would take my mind off of everything. The day outside was absolutely beautiful, which made me feel even worse. I though about Joey throughout the day and I couldn't stop thinking about when we would be able to be together again. No, This wasn't right. I shouldn't be thinking about when we will be back together, I should be thinking about how much he hurt me. When what seemed like the longest day of my life came to an end, I walked outside to my car. Tears immediately came to my eyes at the sight of the long stemmed red rose and the two tightly folded letters tucked underneath the windshield wiper of my car. The first thought that came to my mind when I smelled the beautiful rose was I loved this boy with all my heart. I sunk into the gray cloth seats of my car staring at the two letters almost afraid of opening them.