Undelivered Memo
The messages remain as drafts as we drift apart and that was not the final letter I intended to send. How have you been? With a pondering heart and a wandering mind, I have been asking the same question inside my head for months. I have wanted to ask those questions and send all my memo drafts to our chat box that was last active years ago. No new message, no new notification, no more “last seen”; “okay” and “okay” were our last exchanged words, although in that very last second I replied I was not okay, as I realize that would be our last. Are you doing well? From the very last message I read, I really hope you are. I can hardly sense any feeling from the dry, expressionless text, but I truly hope you are doing well. The dim spark in our last messages might contrast with the world you face every second, the splintering city lights and the clear night sky. I imagine so, and I want to believe so. Perhaps, through these years, I was the only one wondering what went wrong. I was the only ...
