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To: You

hullo. it's so tragic how it turned out, don't you think? But it's a lovely tragedy, the best kind that could be. knowing that things turned out the way they are now because- you said it won't happen again, that we will never be like that- what it is that we were- again, and because we both know you have never broken your promises to me.

so now i can sit here with all these bittersweet songs piling up around me, like the boxes in the attic that have just been, finally, opened. strange, isn't it? what i mean is, i'm sorry, but see, i'm glad too, because i explained myself, and you understand. and now i can love you in a better way.

you know what i mean.

i'm sorry, sorry i assumed so long that you knew why, that we ended up holding hands across the wrong roads, while everything whizzed by and all along we thought we knew what i meant. most of all, i'm sorry you were sad last night. you're right, i don't know how much you care, not even after so long. do you remember? if you don't mind it doesn't matter and from then on i never believed you. but it saddens me to see you show it last night, because i could not deny it then. and i have been thinking about you today. i hope you are fine. and i think you are.

i do care; there's too much that has been done for me to be any other way.

love: sunshine