I know it’s been a while since I’ve written you a letter, but I think we know each other well enough to know that these things happen. It’s not that I forget that you exist, it’s just that my mind goes somewhere else and by the time I want to tell you things, I have no energy to write them down. I hope you understand that your dear friend Alex is just a tired fool who gets way bogged down by the things of this life.
Anyway, I thought I would share with you the things that have been going on while I’ve been away. I’m thinking of moving back home. I don’t know it it’ll happen before or after I leave my current job, but then again, I seldom know times of things that happen to me. I think moving back home is necessary; like there’s a part of me back in the island that I need to reconnect with. Maybe there’s something, someone, that I left behind all those years ago. I think it’s about time I go and find them.
Something else that’s been on my mind is love. I’m terrible at finding love and all that kind of stuff. I used to think that I wasn’t ready or that I was too eager to find someone to spend the rest of my life with. I guess that’s something we all feel at some point. I want to be ready for love, but I don’t think I am just yet, especially because I have to keep that love hidden from the world. I don’t want to be that person who has a lover that no one knows about. That’s not fair to me or to them.
I guess what I’m saying is that, even though I desperately want to love and be loved by someone, I’m not there yet. My mind isn’t ready for that, my body isn’t ready for that. I need to reconnect with a part of myself that was lost long ago and has been calling me back to them for the longest time. I need to stop running for them. I need to go back home.
Anyway, enough about me. I hope you’re doing well, dear friend. I know you can’t write back, but I wish you could. I bet you’d have some interesting things to say.
I’ll speak to you soon. Until then.