okay here goes.
in all honestly, i don’t remember you at all. i’m sure you had an effect on me once but.. it’s like i’m trying to grasp on to water. i just can’t remember what you meant to me or what made me want to stay for so long.
a part of me wants to remember so bad, to go back in time and go back to the life we share but i just have so much more to live for now. there are people here that i care about in a way that i never would have considered all those years ago and i’m so happy? i feel so bad for not missing you anymore. i hope you’ve gotten married by now, i know you’ve wanted someone to be there for you like i never was.
well this is depressing. i’m not going to send it. i’ll burn and mix the ashes with beeswax and send you a coaster.
no love, but a fistful of memories,
t. delacroix