Annabelle,

Time like this, I miss having empty conversation with you. About God and His presence, about yr dreams, about yr feelings, about how messed-up you always be, about yr love to someone else, about yr struggles and coming undone, about yr frustration, about hope and being helpless, about give-up and give-in, about how we missed everything this past decades, yr fragility, this spaces, this emptiness, this hole, about sex, about yr favorite movie, my favorite actor, empty talks about how you slept with my best friend, is it good? Is it the best sex you ever had in your life? about my rebellion, about my ambition, about the old jokes, our old friends, about anything you want to talk.I'll be your ears.

I never had this chance before, you talk like no-one else. You write like no-one else. That is why I still write about you.

God.