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Breaker Whiskey

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[TRANSCRIPT]

[click, static]

Well. We, uh, made up.

I—

[click, static]

It’s not fixed, it’s not like everything is suddenly—there’s still a lot we need to…

(clears throat)

She—she came looking for me. I wasn’t even done transmitting and she well, it was a long conversation and I’m not sure how much I—But I think I can probably give you the highlights. She said she wouldn’t give up. That I could keep moving in whatever direction I want to and she would be right behind me. That she’d stay there until I wanted her next to me. That she—

She told me that she wouldn’t ever stop loving me even if I decided I couldn’t forgive her. That she’d love me even if I chose to love someone else. That she wanted to watch me keep loving the world, in the hopes that it would help me love her again. (a small laugh) And that she wants me to shout at her whenever it seems like she’s forgetting that, whenever she starts to hold me too tightly.

She wanted to start over. That’s the only thing she asked of me. That we could start fresh, get to know each other again, leave everything behind and try to…try to make something new, even if it’s just a friendship. Even if we’re still strangers two years from now.

I told her no. I can’t start over. I won’t. I can’t forget what she’s told me, I can’t box away every contradictory feeling I’ve had for her. And I don’t know where that leaves us but I—in that moment, after hearing the last secret she had from me, that she loves me—I just decided, to hell with it, if this is—if she’s going to spent the next…who the hell knows how long, trying to get my forgiveness, my trust again, then I’m going into that with all the information I can and I—I kissed her.

I didn’t…I didn’t expect anything from it. I just kissed her the once, not a prelude to anything, simple and earnest, but I just had to know. I’ve spent too much time, too many years, not knowing. And maybe it was unfair of me, to ask that of her without being able to promise the exact nature of the feelings behind it but she, uh, she didn’t seem to mind.

She didn’t stop at kissing me once. And the moment she put her arms around me…(laughs) I had no hope. Passion is an emotion that can come from so many origin points and I don’t know if it was love or anger or some combination of what she brings out in me but…well, it turns out just shutting up and working out our issues in different ways is…not a bad idea.

[a door opens behind Whiskey]

So that’s where we—that’s where we are. (smiling) Um, and—

[footsteps approaching]

Well, I’m still not letting her broadcast on my frequencies, but she’s—

(off mic) Yes, I have been talking about you and you know that—

(on mic) Like I said, things aren’t fixed, but it’s—it feels like moving forward for the first time in a long time and—

(distracted) And, um, well she’s been…it’s like a floodgate has opened and—(off mic, laughing) Harry, get off—

[click, static]

(breathless) Sorry, uh…maybe I should keep doing these by myself seeing as someone can’t keep their hands—

[click, static]

Jesus, sorry—I got on here for a reason, you know.

Because, well, I finally got my wish. My other wish. Our date this morning. I don’t even know what to do with the length of this message. I can’t tell where it ends and begins but I’m going to—I’m going to try. I said I’d sit in front of the radio for hours and copy out morse code and I’m sticking to that promise.

It really is nice having so many radios.

I’m recording and it seems like it’s going to keep going for a little while so—

(off mic, exasperated) Harry—

[click, static]

Yeah, okay, I’m gonna go—

Signing off.

[click, static]