dear _
we don't talk anymore like we used to. at this point, i'm not disappointed anymore, i just want to know the why but, i fear, i may never know the answer.
did i disappointed you?
had i known it was downhill from 'there', i would've done things differently. maybe listened better, said things better, absorb more things out of the moment...
of all appointments i had to be late, a rare instance, it was ours.
there is little doubt we won't talk anymore, I've accepted it. To me, you're already dead.
I just want you to know: The walk back home, I felt shitty, I didn't know what or why. Just that goodbye lingered. I felt it strongly even seconds after it happened. I needed the glimmer of hope, you gave me that. And you left immediately
My mistake was thinking you knew everything. You didn't have to take it all in. Now, you know too much of me. More than I know you (what I would've different).
Was everything inevitable?
You showed me a glimpse of heaven, I was set on fire to attain the peace which is yours.
Wherever you are, wherever you may be, thank you.
Goodbye.