August 11, 2015

Dear R

“There’s something to be said for that which is unsaid.”

I think this will be my final letter. For the past couple of days, I have attempted to gain some perspective as to how this may all seem, in the grand scheme of things. I’ve thought about sending them to you but then thought better of it. On the one hand, it could be drop dead romantic. On the other, it might be proof that I am nuttier than a fruitcake. How can I regret telling someone I care about them?

Perhaps all of this, from beginning to end, was of my own making. They say when we are enamoured with someone, we are merely seeing a mirror of a part of ourselves. Maybe all these letters were just a soliloquy. Silence too is an answer.

Looking back on all the letters I have written to you, they have swung back and forth like a pendulum. The journey & ride, the ebbs & flows, of reaching & feeling amazing, only to come down to earth once more. Since this will be my last letter, I feel it important for you to know one thing. It is my deepest hope, that you have received as much joy as I have received from you, simply by knowing one another.

And whether I ever come to know anything more about you, I will never forget you. For better or worse, I thank you deeply and wish you well.





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