Dear O

The letter begins:

In my absence – this absence that has taken me far away I have failed to read the signs. – I have been blind to those little things you value. – Now I find myself thinking of you – and what our friendship meant and still means... The suggestion has never come up until now. – I wonder if you would understand this. – This new sense I have of myself in relation to you, O… How can we bring it back, the magic of those times?

All this I thought as I saw the sheets turned back on the bed.