To Amanda

i cant help but think of how it might have been my fault, or at least, that i could have done something to make it better. Well i do know it isn't, like it or not. I suppose each refuge has its price. Even so I'd like to think of how i could have made it better. There dosent seem to be any way that i could have been satisfied with, it seems. No rest for the weary spirit. Such a shame.
I'll be still around though, long after this. There isnt much that can be done is there?

No, no, i didnt think so.

Still. we go on. Long after being set in stone, we still do voyage the furthest reaches of the earth and deepest parts of our soul. Its never-ending you see?

When you do in fact see and read this message, know that i still do miss you, i still would know of you. Yet anything more would not be fair to either of us. Nonetheless i regret nothing; it was a pure and genuine time i cherished and i am sure you do too. Anything more would once again be unfair to both of us.
That part of my life is over, as does each second tick away. There may be other worlds than these but this one is over. So too, is this part of your life. Unequivocally, we can only remember it, cherish it, and keep it.
And then look again, a new day always begins somewhere. No worries.
Its a long way back to Eden. So stop to smell the flowers, then walk on. Dont sweat the small stuff.
The tower's ever above the horizon.