I wish I had the words to say, nay, to convey this pain you’ve caused me. I have loved you, in the most altruistic sense, since the time we met, almost 19 years ago. Yes, I’m to blame for obfuscating the situation and blurring the lines betwixt altruistic and romantic love, but I’m only human…
And 19 years? That’s quite a long time to know someone. Even longer, still, for us to have such long a bout of silence in the distant past, only to return to each other – as if never skipping a beat. I would ask “Don’t you think it’s odd, that we were that way?”, but I know that the word ‘odd’ would only produce the wrong connotation. It’s wondrous that we were that way, and so unique, as to be – forever – irreplaceable; not that I could ever think you could be replaced, by far.
I’ve always been terrible at these things, and I suppose that the title’s aptly put because of that…
You were the archetypical yang, to my ying. You were the being of perfection. You were everything that I wished that I could be, a quintessential example, that if the people of the Earth were more like you, it would make the world a better place than heaven.
…but, we haven’t talked in over 4 months, now. No substantive reason was ever given. Just silence.
I look back and I wonder where did I go wrong? What did I say or do, to cause this discord? Is this my fault?
I have to sever this connection, completely. You’ve gone too far and this pain cuts too deep to traverse this back into some form of semblance of what it once was. I hope that you can understand.
I’ll always love you, dear friend. Always.