I had another (major) accomplishment at work, today. Sadly, you won’t know about it, because we don’t talk, anymore – but that’s not something of my choosing.

I do know that, if we were still talking, you’d tell me how awesome what I did was. You’d be interested in hearing all the details, even if you didn’t have a clue or understand computers, on the level that I do.

…but I guess this is an “official” goodbye. It’s been a few months, since we’ve talked, with no real reason/justification for it, at all. I get the clue, believe me, but the more damning aspect is the lack of reason – that’s the most heart-breaking aspect of this story…

You see, first of all, you’re the most beautiful and bright being, that I have ever met. And, by beautiful, I’m not just referring to aesthetics. And by bright, well, I mean bright, optimistic, hopeful – the antithesis of me. We complimented each other in ways that people dream of, write and make movies about. Perhaps, that last part had too much of a romantic tinge to it, but I don’t lament a moment of it. I never will.

I have a confession, though: the last time that you saw me? Well, I went down to visit you and only visited my parents, after you suggested it, during our talk – but I was there for you. It’s not say that I’m a bad “kid” or that I’m horrible to my family or vice-versa, on the contrary! …but, I digress: back to my confession. I was there to visit you, to try to cheer you up, lift your spirits and be an all-around good friend. I figure, before we part ways, you deserve to know the truth of it: I didn’t just “happen to pop into town”, shortly after your terribad break-up.

…but, please, my dearest *********, understand that I’m not finished, yet.

You’re going to lead an awesome life. And, I hope you know that you can do anything you set your mind and heart to, I’ve seen you do it. You’re going to make one man the luckiest (duplicitous? double entendre? homophone?) man on earth and the envy of all others. You’re going to graduate from college, soon, and have been better than I at just one more thing, in life. (Not that I feel any resentment or angst about it, whatsoever.)

Put simply: You’re the best thing to happen to anyone’s life, much less, my own.

I just beg of you for two small things: never forget how positively, astoundingly awesome you are and, please, don’t forget me.