Here's To You, Wonald

**I want you to know this, and I hope you understand the unpreparedness. You can't really proofread an epiphany, right?

I was halfway through deleting all correspondence that took place between us two, once upon a time in the Bronze Age that is Friendster, and you know what I did? I took them out of the trash, and moved them all back in the inbox. Turns out there's no point in clearing out the history because I will always be reminded of you, in one way or another, and the whole exercise of clearing out the closet of its skeletons was just pointless to begin with. So if you're reading this latest installment to all this "wordplay," then bear in mind that I will not let go of you or of what we had before. Because, for what its worth, it was fun, and it was charmed, and it was simultaneous with some of the best years of my life. Not because of you, mind you, but because it happened at the same time.

Cheers, W, and understand that you will always find a sympathetic asshole in my person. Things will never be the same again, on account of you can't reproduce a fantastic dream, but it was fun while it lasted and it was all worth it.