a letter

Hey,

It was good to get a long and honest mail from you. here's what I've been thinking since I read it. this is me being wise and saving you regret for the second time. The first time was when I refused to split a bike with you. Thank me when we meet again.

I respect your priorities and I like you all the more for it, in a perverse way. I suppose if I were in your shoes, I'd choose similarly. Happily for me, I am not in your shoes, and I don't have to put my private life on the backburner. And even if I tried, I won't be able to because loose ends drive me crazy and then all that craziness spills out into the rest of my life.

I know from experience that one's priorities in life tend not to change much. I am not exactly sure what my priorities are but I have a hunch that my priorities couldn't live with your priorities. There isn't much point for me to wait months to find this out all over again. Besides, the only thing we have in common is this town, and I don't know for how long that will be. Most likely, our geographical coordinates will rarely coincide. So that's another good reason to cut one's losses unless one is into virtual relationships. I'm not.

You are right about the fact that you don't have much to offer. So I am not taking it. (Maybe I don't have much to offer too but that's your call). Let's chalk it down to experience and agree to meet for the occasional coffee if I'm still here and you are in town. I have this thing I say about books – you could lay your hands on the nicest book ever but not enjoy it just because it was the wrong time in life. I never did like Wuthering Heights too much; I read it at a point when I didn't understand why all stories couldn't have happy endings.

So all the best and may you find your happy ending and i, mine. Take care.