Dear Lost Lad,

I never understood the strings attached in human emotions—the lost touch, the heart-
wrenching goodbye, the tears of regret, nostalgias that kept on whispering me of you and the
thread of attachment enfold too much affliction. Until, I couldn’t touch you, but you have
nowhere to find.

I guess I was too complacent about everything; that’s why I lost you.

I could have embraced you every day, smell the fragrance of your much-loved blue perfume…

“But you’re gone…”

I could have stayed longer staring at the canopy of your touch…

“But now they’re gone…only in a single stroke of memory where I can touch and feel you.”

I could have redone the circumstances that are causing me so much anguish…

But I can’t…

Maybe, that’s the ruse of our fate; a story we never would have understood … and in the end, it
leaves an unbreakable and unbearable pain. And I had fallen with that trap of loneliness.

Oh God! I’m dying every night trying to expunge you on my mind, but no matter how hard I try,
my mind constantly fetching those fragments of memories that we had—repeating and
resounding.

I know that it’s been three long years, and yes I accept that we have crossed our own different
path. But I admit I’m still on the process of healing because you’ve been on my mind since then.
That’s how attachment works on me, because the more I try to hide this feeling, the more it
hurts.

Know that even you don’t know or barely recognized me anymore, I’d like to say thank you—
thank you for letting me know your story. Thank you for all seasons we had. Thank you for your
embrace—they’re still here residing in the yoke of my thoughts.

And I guess that’s just the way the story works—the many wonders of the cosmos. I still miss
you. Take care always.

Sincerely yours,

J. Lambert Pasington