I was looking for a book on my shelf when, almost like a charm, this
diary fell at my feet. It’s been six months since I returned from Bruges
and the truth is that I forgot this travel diary existed. I headed towards
my reading corner, switching on the floor lamp that usually helped me
with this task on dark, rainy nights like tonight. I sat down on my maple,
pausing for a second to take advantage of the comfort it gave me, pulled
the blanket over my legs and reread everything I had written. I can still
see it all in my mind. As vividly as the red of the leaves on the trees in
autumn. I thought our love would be as vivid as the colour
of those leaves we saw together in Bruges. But it wasn’t.
Between us, did our love affair maim you too?
They say that time heals everything. And right now, I couldn’t agree
more! You’ll always have a place in my heart. Although our story was
short, I realise I’ll never experience something so intense with anyone else.
It’s almost as if you’ve taught me a secret language.
A language that I can’t speak with anyone but you.
I’m sending you this notebook now, along with your scarf that I finally
had the courage to dig out of my closet. I hope you’ll be happy.
And promise me that when you find someone, you’ll
not just tolerate that love. You will celebrate it.