u/Due_Conversation8095

It is truly blissful, ignorance, just as wise men say. How ignorant we were, for a few hours or so, sharing a conversation just like the ones from distant memories. Or so it seemed to me anyway, maybe the emotions didn't flare like they did, maybe a few too less repeated letters, well, i can't be certain, for the memories have faded much. But we talked none the less, I read the words you sent, and you read mine. I sent you photos again, only they weren't taken for your eyes, they sat on my album, for nobody to see. It was brief, briefer than the glimpses that came before, but it was as good.

A good goodbye if nothing else.

( I did write, I wanted to for some reason)