On Rita and Heartbreak
I want to talk to you but I do not know how to start the conversation. We did not fight, yet I feel we left our last conversation on a very terse note. I want to call you, yet I am scared that you'll ignore my calls, or worse pick up and then find out we have nothing to talk about. How did we get to this point? We're now strangers. We don't comment on each other's posts, we studiously ignore each other until we are absolutely bored. I know you're there. I know you'll read this. I know nothing will change. It's quite sad though, we were just starting to get used to each other. Now there's a wedge between us. There's a space that refuses to be bridged. From one stranger to an old friend, this is goodbye. Walk the path of happiness and sunshine. Do not forget to send postcards. I'll try not to think too hard of you. Get a tan, meet other men, do forget about me if you must.
Ri, I'm letting go. Be free.