Dear gem,
The rain had ceased, we saw blue sky peeping out of fluffy white clouds for the first time in quite a while. The city seems sodden as it ought to be for being flooded for several days but nevertheless clean and newly washed as a Sunday's best frock. Am glad. This pain will ease up. Sometimes I am thankful I lost you for it armed me to face future failures and disappointments. Surely nothing can hurt half as bad; if I survived your lost I can survive anything - BRING IT FUCKING ON!!! No need to swear though, it's so uncouth. But I never did care for the social niceties, neither did you. What a pair we make! The social pariahs of a materialistic and utilitarian world. But reality is what we make of it, and to condemn the world is to condemn our very selves. Point, I shall cease this futile woe. I am standing at a crossroads my dear, and all is dark before me (and all is lost behind me). It's a good thing I am not afraid of the dark, who is in fact a friend who hides the scars and the infantile tears. To think I thought that I was too old to be confronting crossroads but what do I know? To be or not to be, to leap or not too leap this seeming abyss? I shall reforge my sword and renew severed ties. I shall see you again in this age of the world and you will be proud of me. I shall live beyond your lost. Pray for me Gem, as I pray for your joy and your sorrow.
I remain,
your chackie
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