I have a couple of minutes left before making it last a day long. It was a typical Sunday — cold and heavy.
Tonight, before I retire, I won’t be going through what happened again. I won’t be repainting the picture nor would I replay the scenes. It was clear enough, that I’d remain silent until I feel that you realized how disrespectful you were. Or probably until you learn that you’ve done this quite a handful of times and that until now, you haven’t taken action.
Tonight, before I retire, I want you to know that I still have been thinking of you. Through the coldness, through the heaviness.
Sleep tight and be at peace.