My Dearest,
How are you doing, Catherina? I am sorry for writing to you again. Tonight I drank a crate of beer while watching an old picture of you. Have you forgotten me? I am the man you used to say you loved. You used to sleep in my arms - do you remember? But you never write. You are perhaps mindless of me. I am not of you. I love you. I am like a burnt match without you, fragile and useless. I cannot be thinking that last kiss you gave at the airport. It always brings back memories of that year.
I am still not quite understading why you left me. Was it because Lisa? I always told that she really did not mean anything to me, she was just a workmate. So my love, Catherina, I hope you understand that you can always return. Oh, what I should turn to be to get you back?
This loneliness makes me crazy. I have been sailing through the seas of desperation, diving into abysses of hopelessness. I won in the lottery last week, but that is meaningless. I do not care about money if I do not have you. I could just ram those numbers to the bottom of sea.
If you would come back to me, we could finally do the road trip we used to talk about. I got rid of my old car you hated so much. You most likely love those big american cars... My new car is just a small european family car but there is room for you too and it is red like you always wanted! It is same make and size as my previous one but a newer model.
You probably enjoy living there in the United States. I would like to follow you but I'm not a big city boy and all the buzz in a big state capital would be too much for me.