November 4, 2016
Are you bothered by the boat stuff? I'd rather not get into detail here. Doesn't matter anyway, I came out of it alive. It made me think of you, and think of you hard. I've mastered the art of forgetting you. I call it art because it's something that I poured all my effort into and something I've succeeded at doing good at, if that makes sense at all? I imagine you editing my letters with that mischievous smile, and I'm here smiling back. I miss you I miss you. I haven't admitted that for years. I've lost the plot.