It’s been a while. Hasn’t it? How have you been? The daily rituals of my life occupied me so bad that I nearly forgot you. Today too, I will not ask how you are and if you want to read my letter. I am selfishly going to tell you about me and if possible, give yourself a moment to read it, if not, throw this paper in the bin. I would not know it and that way I would not care about it, but do not face me and tell me something that would hurt me forever. You and I both know that I would not have the strength to stand it. Though time tried hard to dampen the intensity of the memories I hold of you, only I know how I have changed. The essence of my life; something I could confidently call me, have forgotten to recall ever being an individual, and today, whatever I do, my mind cannot help remembering you. I bring your image to my self-made world of dreams, and I smile in the nostalgia of those fond memories we once shared. Maybe its because I have a heart of a man, I can never see...