Thursday, August 09, 2007

To A.T.

4.55am, Thu.

I Googled you the other day. You're finally married. Nice wedding pics. I've been married a few years now. With a little girl. Sick at the moment. Just went back to sleep. But I can't.

So I write a letter to you. Which you'll never see or read. I think of you now and then. Or truth be told, I think of me, that knew you then.

I don't write much these days. Except this blog. Funny. That's how we met. You had read something I wrote. Remember?


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