This is in response to a letter I received six years ago and after some developments have taken place. Originally written on 12/14/08.
C-
So it's quite reversed this time around. I'm listening to EBTG around the holidays, on a plane coming home with passengers carrying toys and other gifts for their loved ones. I'm thinking of you, wondering how you're doing; how are you coping with all of what's happened and what you know is in store for the future.
I won't deny that being with you, spending time with you when you're relaxed, focused and casual... It's been like coming home. I missed being with you that way. No pressure, no ultimatums, no innuendos. Just you and me, and the truth of what we are. It's like I hit the "play" button on my MP3 player and the music start off exactly where I stopped the last time.
I'm not going to say it and I won't ask. I think at this revolution, it will either stop where we hope it would or spin so out of control to disintegration; stay or leave forever. I just need you to know this time around - you are, have been, and will always be special to me. Thank you.
-K
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I wish you gave me this letter when you wrote it. I don't know why you waited nine months to let me know you've always known how it was going to end. Why did you endure all that if it wasn't necessary?
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