Dear ?
I think of you more than you know. I especially think of you this time of year and almost reach out. I don't write annual update letters or send seasonal cards. I don't even have a mailing list of friends and loved ones. I do have a photo album of you in my head; and as I write this, I am thinking of you.
I'm not even sure where you are or where I am. If I was on Facebook, then at least I could -- what's the expression? tickle you? -- oh yeah, poke, I could poke you. You could poke me back -- but I never joined that club.
Since I am thinking of you now, I want to wish you as much satisfaction and happiness in your life as you can carry. I heard that your mom or grandfather or sister died last year, and I thought of you then as well. I remembered the times we hung out and all the times I visited your family.
It's been a hard year for you, but you know and I know that things are hard, and then they get better. Then they get bad again, then they get better, sometimes much better, then bad again. Maybe we can plateau for a few years - that's nice. We can raise a family or be creative. Those are wonderful times. Then they're over. New times begin. Along the way, we hope we can do something useful, help others, and generally move in the direction of goodness.
We lose touch with one another, but I still think of you. More than you know.
I too think of you more that you know. And I am sometimes pleasantly surprised that others think of me more that I know. On December 25th I received a phone call from a friend with whom I had a "falling out" several years ago. I have often thought of him over those years and, when the fall out was fresh, I tried unsuccessfully to effect a reconciliation. In the end, I had to let it be even though I continue to think of him often. Well he had been thinking of me more than I knew and decided, on December 25th, it was time to tell me.
This felt really good to read, did it feel good to write? I have so many people I've lost touch with over the years that I once cared for a lot. It's telling that the generalities in this would be appropriate for almost every person. We all lose people we love, we all have ups and downs. What a nice letter, I'd be happy to receive it. Strike that... I was happy to receive it. Thanks lil.
I think of you, more than you know. I think of b_b and mk and insomniasexx and _refugee_, and humanodon, and of course flagamuffin and "the" wasoxygen. It goes without saying that I think of veen overseas. I wonder about theadvancedapes and hope he's made some big dramatic move towards the Global Brain. We are real people behind our words and rants. I wish specific things for everyone to the extent that I know them, to the extent that they've expressed their longings. I confess that more often than not, I do not respond to something you write. I know that makes tng mad to hear that, but there are times when it's better to stay quiet. Happy new year to all. Time to wipe the sentimentality off my keyboard and get back to throwing out junk. The Argentineans are moving into this place on Thursday for two months and I have to make room for them around our clutter.