You lost me.
Yeah, I must admit that it has been quite a while. Still, there are two remaining years to go – of distant dreams and musical memories, elusive answers and willowy words. We can end this, quick and painless. No one ever has to know.
But it will definitely take me a long time to know the whys and the hows that have made you into who you are today. You are this complicated being that even I do not dare seek to understand; some sort of a form of polite escapism, if you will, from the harsh tribulations and trials of life.
In any case, not all surprises need be pleasant. So. The least I could do is ask: what happened to you? Had I known you would turn out this way, would I have done anything to make it any different?
Signed in wonder,