I miss him.

I miss him. It's as if part of me is gone. Does he feel the same?

This morning I imagined that he'd answered my letter with an angry, defensive attack and that I'd write: "This is not a debate. Don't write to me unless you a) you start with 'I'm sorry' b) you actually bother to read what I have to say." He never does, you see. He always picks a detail and makes a huge deal out of that, circumventing the actual issue . It works surprisingly well, even when you know he is doing it.

The truth is I'd shit my pants with shear happiness if he wrote to me.

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