You may also want to consider attaching a pdf brochure of your company when you send the email for a meeting request because this is basically a cold call but in the form of an email. Keep a template on file to send to all of them. When creating these emails you can use their name if you have it instead of Marketing Manager. Please contact me with an opening in your schedule so that we can arrange a meeting. (Details of some of the services and company)
It seemed a better way to live life, imagining that your next reunion is just around the corner, and that your story will never have to come to a real ending.Our company, (name), would like to request a meeting with you to discuss the services that we can offer you. And while I knew, on some level, that many of the goodbyes I had said were permanent ones, I thought it better to assume that I would see all of them again some day, even in the same room. I picked up my belongings and walked as slowly as possible to the door, counting every step to see how long I could make the exit last. When the party was over, I wondered how many of these people I would really never see again. Even when you are about to leave, you imagine that you’ll see them just one more time, even if it’s getting a coffee at the airport terminal.
They are the loves that can’t be tempered by distance or time, and the goodbyes you force yourselves to say are really just an “I’ll see you soon,” even if they make your chest hurt in the moment. The two of you will look at ticket prices and plan trips and make sure there is always a couch that the other can crash on, even on short notice. They are the ones we will make every last effort to stay close to, the people we will write and call and video chat with in the early morning hours to accommodate time zone discrepancies. There are people we will never be able to say goodbye to, even if we have to leave. There were people I’ve known for years who only in that moment heard what I truly felt for them with no filter, and all I regretted was not having told them before. Goodbyes are a certain brush with mortality, the feeling of time running out that leads you to say every thing you’ve ever considered too uncomfortably honest. I told certain people what I’ve always thought of them, told them that I believed in them, told them that they were good at that thing they’ve always considered just a hobby. I think I said a hundred goodbyes that night, sometimes forcing myself to go back and add one last thought before the person walked out the door. “If nothing ever changes,” we think, without even really thinking it, “then maybe we can be young forever.” We will never see the world the same way, and closing the door on someone’s chapter means committing it officially to memory - that it’s no longer an organic, living thing. We know, even if we don’t want to admit it, that we will never be in this exact same spot again. Because when we are saying goodbye to someone, we’re not just talking to them, we’re talking to the person that we are at this very moment. There is the lightness and the familiarity that we all want, the feeling that even its final moments, a relationship is still just as fun as it always was. There is no perfect way to execute a goodbye. “Don’t cry,” I thought, “It’s going to be all weird if you cry, and tonight is about having fun.” He told me some sweet things, and I felt a catch at the back of my throat. We weren’t, like most friends, used to speaking so candidly about the way we feel towards each other.
You want to put everything into a little music box and open it up at will, seeing the tiny dancers spinning just the way they were when you left them. It’s always tinged with a certain sadness when groups of friends remain exactly the same over the course of a few years, but a selfish part of every person wants people to repeat themselves out of nostalgia. I would come back some day, yes, but nothing would be quite the same. It was the last one we’d have just like that, with all of us in the same place and the same level of freedom and the same open future ahead of us. “You’re a really good person,” I told a friend in the hallway of the house party, “and I’m really glad that I got to know you.” It was the kind of farewell where you don’t even really need to say anything, because part of you knows that it will happen again, it’s just a question of when.Ī few days earlier, I had endings that were much better-articulated. Last night, we were all together again - every last one of us - and made steak tartare and fries as a goodbye dinner. Since, I had never seen them all together in the same place, for constraints of time or distance or scheduling. Over three years ago, I stayed with a friend in a new city, and his friends all came over and made steak tartare and fries for a welcome dinner.