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Open letter to my ex

Dear S.

I got your email the other day, the short update you sent to all your contacts.

I am thrilled to hear you are well.

So you are 30 now, and earning your living. You must be chuffed you finally have spending power, and a debit card! I remember how nerve-wrecking it was every time you had to ask your parents for cash while you were a student.

I'd been told you'd moved to France, and am so glad you are enjoying it and happy working there. I am proud of your achievements and can very well picture your enthusiastic road- and bridge-designing. An engineer! I wonder what made you go abroad, you being so close to your country and so attached to your family. Perhaps that's where you found work. In any case, I am sure it will do you good, you might settle back in Italy eventually, but you'll have seen something different and perhaps will end up appreciating your home country even more than you already did. I also wonder if you now understand why I wanted us to leave Italy so much, so much that I eventually decided to just go and leave you behind. Believe me, it was not an easy nor light-hearted choice.

I hope you have enjoyed your weekend clubbing in Lyon. I regret never having been there when I was living in France. How was it?

As for the pictures you sent, well done on letting your hair grow back - you've got a full head of hair, why shave it off?

I write here because you have asked me not to contact you and I respect that. I know there is a chance you end up on this website, either through a lead from one of our mutual friends, or through some quick web investigation, so you might be reading this (by the way, how is your English these days? Are you making your TOEFL mother proud? I bet your French is better than it's ever been).

So thank you for writing to me. Yes, I know I am meant to believe that your 'recipient list not shown' included all your contacts and my email address somehow slipped through the net, but all the things you mention lead me to suspect that it was mainly (only?) for me. You see, I have not changed: still self-absorbed, I'm afraid!

I still think of you with a lot of affection, and wish you all the best.

xxL

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