Hi. Since I feel myself doomed to discussing it with you, and I really don’t find myself able to ignore your letters, I will go on writing this. Though, stupid idea, really. I do not understand, what you want to achieve. Maybe, come back? Meet me again? Start everything anew? No, it is too late already. And my answers, or their absence, won’t change anything.
Of course I remember how we met. The very first day of knowing you. You were wearing everything black, except your leather jacket of blue color, which matched your eyes. And the color of sky. You are probably curious whether you evoked some feelings in me? No. You were just an ordinary woman, standing beside me, though beautiful. I was married that time, and I needed no interference from you to my private life. Of course, I had lovers. But you, as I understood later, were different. For me. Maybe I felt it at the very beginning with my subconsciousness?
Sometimes I really wanted to kill you. First we started working together, but later I noticed your strange relationship with my brother, which enraged me extremely. What was it? Intimate friendship? I have no idea. And now I have no one to ask about that. Too late…
Maybe you can tell me what kind of relationship you had with my brother now? Though I am not sure that I will trust your words even in this present situation. Pity, hm? |
