Thursday, 1 July 2010
I hope this letter finds you well. I write it on the upward swing of my current mood tide. The last week or so has been particularly difficult, especially in that we are not able to speak. Since things shall continue this way, I decided that a letter to the air is in order. If you never read it, that is ok. Having written it will help with my turmoil.
We always spoke about all kids of crap, from time machines to the perfect breakfast. It helped me more than I ever knew. It distracted me from the ache of living. Kept me laughing when breathing was not so easy.
You never miss anyone. It is what will always make you autonomous. As you know, I miss everyone and that will always make me seek out people. I keep looking but have not yet found the conversation we had, with someone else. Hopefully, it will pop up somewhere soon.
I miss you.