Dear Cat, 29 October 2010

Dear Cat.

It's been two months, twenty days, and about 9 hours since you left. Since our last peaceful day together. Since our last day as one soul, in two bodies.

I remembered something today. You and I were talking on the third floor, one day after school. Just before that you asked me if I'd teach you how to kiss, so we were talking about that that day. The school was quiet and from the winds one could deduce that winter was on its way. I remembered that we made a deal that day. We promised that no matter what happened, what we did, what people said, what others tried to put in our way, that we'd always, ALWAYS be friends.

Soon after that other promises were made. Promises that, like hearts, were broken. For example, you promised me forever and forever was taken away from me early in August. I promised you I'd never hurt you, but you keep throwing into my face the fact that I have hurt you. I still don't know how. I was just me. Hurt, betrayed, disappointed, disappointing, lonely little me.

You said I bite.

Don't you know me by now? EK SKOP TEEN DIE PRIKKELS VAN DIE LEWE! I don't just lie down and let life kick me. I get up. I fight back. I bite that which gnaws at me.

But whatever. I'm not going to waste my limited characters on making excuses.

I will, however, apologize. Again. And again. Untill it's clear that I'm sorry for whatever I've done. I'm sorry your mother intervened. I'm sorry I never got you a ring. I'm sorry you don't want it anymore. I'm sorry I let you go.

I'm sorry I broke the promise we made that day on the third floor. We're not friends anymore and I guess I'm to blame for that.

Lol. I just remembered how we laughed at your shadow that day. We said you look like a witch with the way the wind blew through your hair. I miss your hair. You never liked apples, but I remember you bought apple shampoo one day, because I liked apples and I used apple shampoo. I miss the way your hair used to smell. I miss the sweet fragrance that came off you when you just had a shower. I miss you. Point blank. Point blank because, I remember you explaining to me one day, it's a point at the end of the sentence followed by a blank.

What's your point? 'n Klein swart ronde kolletjie aan die einde van jou sin, aan die begin van die paragraaf in die middel van jou opstel. Onthou ek dit nog reg?

Hope you'll write back one day.
Jaydy.