Dear Friend,
It’s a little bit funny, this feeling I have inside. It’s not one of those that you can easily hide. I don’t have much money, but friend if I did I’d buy a big house where we both could live. I am not in your life, and I never really was, I thought I could have you but every time you just said goodbye. I remember all of our sweet moments; when you came to visit me and when we were out dancing and drinking, just having fun. But I now know that this was all an illusion. You were never really there for me and I finally realized that. I want you to know how much you’ve hurt me. I am writing you this letter to tell you how my life has been for the last 18 years. I don’t know what is going on right now. I have finally found love. I have found a man that I feel is going to be there for me for the rest of my life. But you are still lurking inside my mind. It’s been 18 years since that terrible day. Do you remember? Sometimes I wake up, reaching for him, I feel his shadow brush my head, but there's just moonlight on my bed. Do you have the same feeling as me, I miss you. You are forever going to be my one true love. I share something with you that I could never share with anyone else. So therefore I say to you that, you will be who you want to be, you can choose whatever heaven grants, as long as you can have your chance I swear I'll give my life for you, as I did so many years ago.
- Jig
Was she really that infatuated with him - certainly not in Hemingway's original story, I think..?
ReplyDeleteThe piece nicely captures her strong, irrational emotions.