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In the first words of my letter, I ask: how are you? How do you get there? Are there any friends?
Greetings from me… You already know who.

It’s been almost three years since our last meeting. I gave you headphones with our favorite music – remember? I saw a tear on your cheek. It was so hard to part. But I stick to what I said at the time: let us not regret what we were not given, but let us enjoy what has been given to us.

For me, everything is as it is supposed to be. Do not worry – I take care of myself and loved ones. We talk about you – but only good, so don’t protest. You know how I like to mention. When I’m sad, I cook something you know. Tastes evoke images as much as music. More and more often I play the piano with you in mind.

I always have a gift from you when I travel. I was in our place recently. There are still a lot of your things left – what to do with them?

Today is a festive day, which is why I decided to write, although I will tell you everything in the evening, as every day. Apparently, what is saved has more power to cause.

Finally, I would like to thank you wholeheartedly.
It is thanks to you that I am. Thank you.

I miss you.
I squeeze you mooocno
See you.
*eponym ouch photo: Antonios Ntoumas from Pixabay