Hi,
Long enough don’t write a letter for you. This would be last letter in this year. I have been writing this on the ivory bench, your favorite place when you in Manhattan. When we are always began to talk about your favorite sport. But for me, my favorite part always when you talk about your day, your bad jokes, when you wore blue shirt like we first met and your farewell smile. I always write a letter for you, but end up with stuck on my draft. I don’t even know when I should send to you. I wish safe to say even in the end my hearth can’t handle the answers. Happy to know you’re okay, with your new life. Just live well.
I will start talk about myself, it is my way to reduce feeling of missing you. How perfect my loneliness is. I hope can talk with you at the end of day, in the sweet twilight.
This will be the fourth glass of coffee, when the air around smells of alcohol. Taste of coffee in here too strong for me but help to stay awake. Too much I must have done, oh ya I still save your favorite poetry : Willy and Mayakovsky, if you want to read again. You must try new menu in Italian Restaurant, at corner city. They have a delicious pasta but doesn’t even compared with you had made for me. And next to the restaurant you can find cafe, they have an Italian coffee and pastries if you want deep conversation with me. So we can spend entire day. A couple of day, I went to Bear Mountain with my friend. There is rain in the mist. Falling along the mountain, with beautiful twilight cover of hills. I can taste cold of air. You know exactly where I am, when we had travel in that place for first time. Now taste of air damn colder without you.
So this is it. Still. I walk without moving. I see you in the shadow of the wind. I see you melts beneath my gaze. And now suddenly here gazing into Manhattan sky, empty-silent.
Please, be happy.
Love,
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