it’s important for me to say goodbye; even in the most casual of contexts, touching and being touched has meaning to me. so, you mean something.
it’s easy to date in —. you meet people and it’s easy to relate to them as molds in which you can pour your longings and wants, and hope, in some way, they set and become solid. but really, i’ve realized, it’s this selfish way of trying to offset the danger of an undistinguished existence. but you made me feel a very specific desire, specific to you. i’m sadnot to get to know you further. there’s something sore about these hit and runs.
this letter makes sad sounds. but i hope, it’s nice to know, that your noise isn’t lost in city static. that someone really listened to you for a moment.
i’ll leave you alone now.