tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7813477.post-1168586349799204512007-01-12T02:07:00.000-05:002007-01-12T13:04:58.980-05:00letter found 6/23/99, original date unknown:<br /><br />I ask myself, "Where is she right this second?" <br /><br /> I tell myself, "She is on her bed. It is dark. She's asleep."<br /><br />I ask myself, "Which side of the bed, left or right?"<br /><br /> I answer, "Hmmm. Good question."<br /><br />I think, "I can imagine her breathing."<br /><br /> I ask myself, "If I were there would she be facing me or would I be holding her?"<br /><br />I tell myself, "It doesn't matter, at least you would be there."<br /><br /> I ask myself, "Why do you torture yourself this way?"<br /><br />I tell myself, "It's like a wave crashing over an ant. The ant has no say in the matter."<br /><br /> I think to myself, "The cat is there. The cat is on the bed. She is not alone, she is with the cat."<br /><br />I ask myself, "Why do cats have all the luck?"<br /><br /> I think, "Damn cat."<br /><br />I say out loud, "I hate cats."<div class="blogger-post-footer">Greetings from Raul. I hear you.</div>raulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12238123105086795942noreply@blogger.com