Dear J.,

Hey you.

How've you been?

I ask, but I actually know... I'm glad that you're doing great. And I really am happy for you. Sure, I wish I was as better off as you, but truly, I'm glad.

You may find what I have to say absolutely absurd and insane, but I am both those adjectives, so it may not be surprising... See, no matter how sour things turned out between us, I still believe in the power of love. Our love... Or more specifically my love. ...A love that was so great and powerful that when it died with us, it reincarnated with two other souls.

Yes, I know that this is all just romanticized mystical bullshit, but hear me out because this makes for a fabulous story...

Think of it, a love so great and powerful that it transcends space and time. I still remember dreaming of you vividly and of all the things that you said to me in reality and in the dreams... How we spoke to each other in our dreams... And how due to our innocent and naive ways, we couldn't translate most of that into reality. Think of a love that grew over a decade to be so powerful that it eventually became it's own entity... I like to think that when I gave up, that same love, on its own, tried to find success where we, or painfully, where I failed.

Oddly enough, for my own enjoyment or torture, that love chose to reincarnate in two souls that I happen to be in close proximity to.

I saw it... How it started, how it peaked, how it dwindled... I wanted to come to its aid, I wanted that love to find peace, hoping that maybe my peace will be with it too. But, alas, all efforts have come too late.

But maybe, that love was just trying to show me something. To bring clarity on the things that I've been mulling about... That you may have distanced yourself years ago, because I puzzled you and that you were just waiting for me to run after you, but I didn't.

Maybe that great powerful love is doomed... That no matter how perfect and no matter how great it was just bound to fail, because it was too great and too powerful that it would muck up the balance.

Or maybe this time it will work out eventually... Maybe it's still too early to tell.

Either way... It makes for a fabulous story.


As Always,
D.