To -----

Hello. Do you remember me? We've met before, a long time ago. Perhaps a little too long. Despite that, I still haven't forgotten you, though I'm quite sure you don't remember me anymore. You've been a big part of my life, though I know I played little in yours. You have brought me joy, yet you've also given me endless grief.
Why did you have to be so beautiful?
Why did you have to be so unforgettable?
Why did you have to be so indifferent?
I see you quite often and it hurts me so, because even though I can manage to spot you in a crowd, you don't even seem to notice me, even if I passed right in front of you. Now I'm reduced to speaking to you though you're not here; telling you things you will never get to hear. Perhaps that is my destiny, to talk to shadows and chase after stars; shadows that vanish in the light and stars too high to reach.
July 27, 2003