I had long stopped my fantasies about a meeting with you, at random, that would (naturally) culminate into a passionate embrace and you finally realising that we were supposed to be together.
I did not gracefully glide through life - quite the opposite, but this post has nothing to do with the current state of my life - because my heart can now experience relative peace.
Yet, from the depths of my conscious mind, I detected waves of sadness, coloured with the bittersweet after-effects of true love that was grossly trampled upon by the deafening silence of indifference.
I certainly never hated you, I still cannot. But this existence, lived without you, extinguished a love that should have been uniquely yours. It was complete and absolute faithfulness and maniacal devotion that I could not myself comprehend - and that until now eludes me.
It started when I was 15. Remember, 9c3ce5341c659b4694e658b07180e439 (MD5)?
Why was I born with such a firmware imprinted into my heart's circuit board? Was I karmically destined to suffer this way?
I fantasize about a random meeting with you, 9c3ce5341c659b4694e658b07180e439 (MD5), and I would, through a hug, transmit this love turned sour that I once had for you. Or at least, I wish.
Writing you this is by no means, cathartic. This message is just here to express the greatest pain that the unfortunate lover that I was experienced.
I don't care if you are happy or broken. You have chosen the life that you are living, and the further we disconnect from each other, the less likely it will be that we will ever meet.
But I did respect your last wish though. I never contacted you again. Through random events, I came to know that you adopted Buddhism and that's lovely, since I too adopted Buddhism and turned vegan.
I wish you nothing, 9c3ce5341c659b4694e658b07180e439 (MD5), other than to experience the same heartbreaks I felt.
I did, at some point, stop feeling anything at all for you, dear stranger.
