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Today, I write to you,

Or perhaps I write to myself. I do not know. For I no longer know who I am, so how could I know what time is, or for whom all these words are meant?

I no longer remember anything but a single date—
a date I remember down to the minutes and seconds.

The seventeenth of July, in the year two thousand and twenty-six, at exactly ten fifty-eight in the evening.

On that date, I lost two people dear to me:
you,
and myself.

Perhaps I seemed strong, indifferent.
Perhaps I reassured you before I ever reassured myself.

But do you know the truth?
Do you know my reality?
Do you know how I spend my days?

I spend them as though nothing ever happened—
or so it seems to me.

But as for me,
I no longer sleep.

The darkness beneath my eyes grows deeper,
for my sleeplessness keeps me from rest.

Do you know what my greatest achievement has been?

Today, I woke up,
and for the first few seconds, I did not see you.

It is true that your apparition did not stay away for long—
perhaps three seconds—
before it came to me,
and never left my mind again.

But I spent three whole seconds
without seeing you.

Can you believe it?

Let me not prolong these words,
though my lines have grown too many to count.

And though I have not finished my reproach,
you are far too precious
to be made to read words written merely to fill the page.

Anyway—

How are you,
and how have the days been?

How is your time,
and how is the place?

@trueconfidant123

@trueconfidant123

@trueconfidant123 Hello!

I hope everyone has a wonderful day.