I Adaora, if I told you why, why I have chosen this path would it make a difference. Would it change the sad picture of me you have, impressed firmly on your memory's surface? One that I suspect is infinite in consequence and without repentance. Would the firm hands of time suddenly reverse and in a quick sweeping motion, erase all the torments of the past to allow us both a new clean slate to start afresh. To relive what once we hoped would be our future. Our life. The paths we had laid out for ourselves, crystal clear on the deep forest of fantasies. II It hurts me that I am uncertain that it is what you would want. It hurts even more that I suspect you have long moved on, memories of me a distant haz...

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