My dear Kyri

στο μαθημα σημερα εβαλα ενα τεστ στο πιτσιρικι και ετσι δεν ειχα τι να κανω... ξεκινησα να γραφω αυτο και καταλαβα επιτελους γιατι θελω να τον ξαναβρω...


My dear Kyri,
I have no idea if you ll get this letter.
I cant remember the exact number of letters of this kind I wrote to you, the past years.
I cant remember if I ve send any, and if I did, how many.
I suppose I ll find them while looking for something else.
One letter...sealed and stamped...and then another one...


I probably wont send this one either.
I dont know where to send it.
The only thing I have is your last adress in London, but you could be anywhere in the country, you could be in Cyprus...
And even if there is a possiblility for my letters to get forwarded...will they?

Then I m thinking that a letter from an ex girlfriend wont be the nicest suprise to your wife, -if any- and I dont want to show disrespect.
So I give up.

But the truth of the matter is, I need-from a deep place inside of me- to know you are Ok. Alive, married, with children ,or not. I need this continuity of informations.

When London was attacked for instance I had no number to call and see if you were alright.
On your birthdays(although I still confuse yours with Dimitri's) I wan to call and give my wishes.

I wonder what you look like by now, how many wrinkles you have, if you have a pot belly, learn your wifes and kids names,send you pictures of my daughter...

You were a very important chapter of my life and the lack of this continuity is burdening me with unanswered questions.
I think of you often, wondering... I'm curious, I d love to enrich the image of that 20 something year old boy with the facts and the image of the 32 year old you are now...see the changes...
To hear your news, talk to you with that safe feeling that only those who were once close share, to get that kind of friendly intimacy.
In my mind you are a dear friend,and the absence of your presence in my life is something that bumms me out.
You know how I was with my ex boyfriends and my past.(God knows it bothered you)You know how I cherish my memories and the relationships and bonds I once formed with people. I havent changed one bit in that area.
Dimitri, Manos, Marcus, are all "here", some closer, some a phone call away, even if its done once a year...But I dont need more...you know?

I dont know if I can express correctly something that s important to me, without making it a bigger deal and step on your partner' s toes.
This letter was some task to do, trying to balance my message and edit myself in order to make sure I wont -by accident- give a wrong message.

If you do get this letter, by some miracle, I' d love to hear from you again...
lots of love,
Egg




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καντε το κοπι πειστ και ποσταρετε το ΠΑΝΤΟΥ...του πουστη...κατι θα γινει...:P