the letter is for

i think you deserve to know that someone truly cares about you, no matter how indifferent she is towards you. with the image of your rugged yesterself engraved, imprinted, embossed, in the deepest part of her memory box. it might no longer matter but it does to her. you are different now. quite different. but the "him" that you were, is what she can see, hardly looking at you in the eye. stare. no, glimpse.

there were things left unspoken. questions left in your oblivion. but somehow, in those years of waiting consciously and unconsciously, she's grown tired of it. worrying of what had been done and went undone. waiting. waiting. waiting. too little of it causes the ugly companion, regret, but too much? conceives perpetual inane hopefulness.

to avoid the feelings and the what ifs is sad but to be truly devoid of it and fully unattached is tragic.

message now sent. response in vapor. her, still restless. it will be over soon. if you could help, please. to be miserable is a nanosecond of bliss drowning in a sea of waiting. you know what it feels like, do you? no more alms, my friend. no more begging. less introspection of the old flame. more projection of a better and sensible life ahead, instead.

and in the woebegone of meeting you again and the ciao,

i say, "sojourning's now over...".