“I’m sorry. I can’t. Don’t hate me.”
Bergher left a simple post-it note on Carrie’s computer. A 2×2 canary yellow square with 7 words–a contraction in every one of those three short sentences. Is he a coward for sneaking away into the night because he lacked the guts to say them to her upfront? Does his action degrade his possible love for Carrie to just another… antique to cache? Should he have “manned up?” Or, does the fact that he even tried earn him some kudos?
Aside from the promiscuous lives the four girls on Sex and the City lead, their characters and thoughts resonate with me on a personal level in so many ways. As strange as that may sound, those moments of turbulent emotions, opened insecurities, wild dreaming, and chasing after passions hit jackpot. The prude, conservative nature of Charlotte; that vivacity of Carrie; strong woman warrior and motherly tendencies hidden inside Miranda; spunk and boldness carried by Samantha. In my head, all that’s repeating is, “So me. Ugh.”
Of the quad, though, I feel the deepest connection to Carrie. Moving to a new city where you meet your life-long best friends, not giving up your dreams, and just absolutely wanting to find that true love are but a few things we both experience. Sadly, we even share the same hopeless romantic phases that all girls probably have gone through. And with that gushiness comes the fear of never finding “the one.” Yes, Carrie Bradshaw. While your gorgeous girlfriends have found their significant others, you and I are afraid of getting our hearts broken. We may take risks in other spheres of our lives, but when it comes to love, we’d rather play it safe. Afraid that an emotional attachment might lead to something tragic, we hang onto ourselves and grow reluctant to share bits with another hopeful. A prospective hopeful who seems “right” comes our way, but we know he’s not the one we’ll marry.
That’s exactly what Berger ended up being. Carrie wanted him to be “the one”–a committed version of Big. She even gave their relationship a second chance; heck, Berger gave it a second chance. But ultimately, they had basically tried to fit two mismatching pieces together.
If a rich chocolate cake described Berger’s and Carrie’s relationship before, then a cheap burger did the same now thanks to his memo. All it took was 7 words on a post-it-note.
Berger? A coward, maybe. Perhaps, he never loved from the start. He probably should have manned up, too. Maybe, though, he does deserve some credit for trying.
However, what does remain unchanged is the fact that Carrie woke up to an “I’m sorry. I can’t. Don’t hate me.”
So, why have our hearts shatter countless times?… and present God and the future beloved with our remains?