I don't know if you have found yourself yet, or if, in your mind, your being is still piecing itself together. Perhaps we aren't meant to find ourselves, but to find who we want to be? I digress - there have been days when I think back to days when we enjoyed life - together - but those thoughts are pushed away. Not because they are bad, or because they are painful - which they are - but because something, maybe someone, inside me thinks I missed my exit right there, back then. The exit to my own place of healing. Or maybe you were that place? No - a place of healing is never a person other than yourself. But perhaps you were one of the mansion's caretakers? One of those who visit the shrine every week to broom away the leaves on the path. We will never know. I will never know. And that is fine. That, too, is my path now. And my punishment. I think you deserved to know that you left an impression on someone. One that hurts. One that taught me things, even if I only realized them years later. Farewell, E. And no, there is no hate. I'm quite fond of you even after all these years - even after all that happened. PS: I hope that plush bunny of yours is still kicking. Miss the old man.