I'm guilty of them. In fact, it's become a regular occurrence. Not literally, of course. Who has that many bottles lying around? And what of the poor whales and dolphins? Environmentalists would have a field day with me! No. My bottled messages often come in the form of journal entries that are never read by anyone other than myself, "public" posts to my Facebook page in the vague hopes that she still peaks at my profile from time to time, and taking the exact route to work where I know she might see me riding by on my motorcycle. I suppose even this blog entry is bottled message.
The resolution of our relationship was drug out for far too long. It was a slow bleeding to death. There were fits and starts, talks of reconciliation and 'what if's'. In the end, it is decided that we shall go our separate ways: she with "The Other", and me with whatever or whomever may come. So we have agreed to cease all direct contact. And she's right: it's for the best. Despite wanting to maintain some sort of friendship with her, I know that we cannot be in each other's lives because the feelings still remain. And I recognize that until those feelings are no longer felt, seeing each other, speaking to each other and emailing each other is just too painful.