Final Draft of an Unsent Love Letter
Subj: A Hell of a Thing to Forgive Someone For
Hello, it is me again. You must be sick half to death of hearing my voice by now. Do you hear my voice when you read these, or have you forgotten it? I try to read books hearing your voice, but my thoughts tend to stray. They say some things, beginnings and ends mostly, you never forget. I haven’t forgotten a single stupid thing I said; I try to remember you from those particles. It is unfair.
I was wondering if you would care to talk to me at all.