To those far away

I can't say it was about me. I'm pretty sure it was, but it still seems conceited to say so. And even if it wasn't, it hardly matters - the message applied to me all the same.

We had a fundamental difference of opinion. I said love was mystical, she maintained love was a convenience. There was a connection, even though we seemed opposites in so many ways, and the connection was strong.

But was it love?

I'm not sure if I knew at the time, and I still don't know now. Is it childish to expect love to be immediate and clear, like a bolt of lightening? In any case I postponed, and she moved away.

But she is not forgotten, and the world is a small place.

Now I see her smiling, and I sincerely hope the smiles reflect true peace and happiness. But I still feel our connection remains - an invisible thread between our minds. What will come of it? Who knows. Should I even be writing this? I think it's OK - this is addressed to the freeze-frame version of her that existed 4 months and 20 days ago. Maybe none of this matters any more... like pale ghosts floating over distant cities.

But maybe it still applies. What I have to say is that if it is right that we are to be together, then I believe time will tell. Everything in its right place; everything in its right time.

For now, continue what you are doing, see what comes of it; be true, be happy. And I will try to do so too. But you are not forgotten.

You are not forgotten.