I wonder if you still remember me,
If you still wonder where I am or what I have been doing for a couple of years since we parted.
Conscience is an ugly bastard
Pinching me, Everytime I try to Wade past the feeling of bittersweet romance.

Did you get over it?
I guess.
To be honest, we never talked about it.
The silence was overwhelming, I suppose.
A closure was incomprehensible,
we just let it estranged, didn't we?

Anyway,
I started scribbling again.
It's not like you will ever read or anything,
It's just that
This reminds me of something
We did when we were teenagers.
I still haven't opened the jar, you know.
I know, it's been too long and it doesn't make any sense now,
But I kept it as a reel of happy memories we once shared.

I hope,
I really hope that this time apart does you well.

Love,
Your So-and-so.

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