Remember the penchant that we shared for Vivaldi's music, Gabriel Garcia Marquez's love novels and Pablo Neruda's poetry?
Remember the nights of long silence in your bed?
Or the evenings we turned off the light and gazed at the aquarium while sipping spirits?
Remember our episodes of togetherness --- just you and me?
They're all gone.
Today, I am writing you this letter in hopes that maybe, somehow, while you're in the beach with your friends and your book and your alcohol (which seems to have taken my place in your life), you may think of me. And the wonderful moments that we shared when you were young, and not so busy.
Sunday, August 19, 2007