October 3, 2010
Five stages. And then it's over. Then he'll forget her, then he'll let go, then he won't care anymore about the dreams and the letters he can't write to her. He's written them anyway - three notebooks filled halfway because he always gets to a certain point and then stops. Then he thinks he really ought to try again. And he buys a new notebook and he starts scribbling away madly as though the harder he presses the pen to page, the more it means. But it doesn't matter to her, doesn't make a difference to anyone but him. Five stages.