Letter

Z,
      I'm writing for I fear we might not get another chance encounter as it was last summer. 

I had been looking forward to seeing you all fall, and winter had come and gone so horribly I worried of frostbite and all other horrible plans mother nature tested on me.

Luckily I had avoided these sicknesses and carried on my monthly hibernation per usual.

Not without catching a horrible cough.

Z, I know I said some things I cannot take back.

And some argumentable remarks that corrupted my reputation, but I wanted you to know that I don't honestly spite you, or your wife. 

If you would please have me back, not for selfish reasons, but to unite that duality we play so well off one another.

I feel my time is coming soon, for this cough has not diminished.

I'm no where near as vibrant as I was in childhood, and my penitence is running short.

Please offer this letter of gratitude, condolences for your loss, and apologies for my petty after thoughts.

Sometimes our thoughts can take hold of our voices and ruin an absolutely perfect thing.

For this, Z, I am sorry.

And love thee.

Forever and always.

-E