For Anne

We get old and get use to each other. We think alike. We read each other’s minds. We know what the other wants without asking. We know what to say to each other in harsh conditions. 

Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted. But once in awhile, like today, I meditate on it and realize that even once in my life I am lucky to share my life with the greatest friend I ever met.

Since I left you, I have been constantly depressed. My happiness is to be near you. Incessantly I live over in my memory your caresses, your tears, and your affectionate solicitude. I thought we will never be separated months ago, but since my separation from you I feel that I love you a thousand fold more. Each day since I knew you, have I adored you more and more?

With hyperbole excluded, this is just a letter from the thousand letters I’ve written for you that I will never send. I apologize for hurting you when I shouldn’t have. It hurts that I can’t win you back and I can only cling on to the past. I hope you’re happy from where you are right now. Best wishes.