Looking back I still cannot understand what it was that you saw in me. Just the same, I will be forever grateful that you did see something, whatever it was.
I utterly adored you. You came to me when I was at the lowest point in my life and you made me feel worthwhile again. It is true it did not last and you broke my heart but what you took away was nothing in comparison to what you gave me. I wonder if you know this? I suppose reading the letters that you wrote me afterwards it is obvious that you did.
We had so much fun that summer didn't we? At least I did and I am pretty sure that you did too. I have a few highlights that I keep in my favourite memory bank, I wonder if you ever revisit those times? I know you used to because you did mention the pool once....ha!
I remember catching a cab over to West End after work one night, getting the cabbie to drop me in Sexton street and then walking up the back path and hearing your harmonica as I drew nearer. You were sitting up on the windowsill of that sliding window above the kitchen table, your long legs folded up, your knees a support for your harmonica holding hands. You were silhouetted against the light walls of that room and framed by the green and purple panes of glass in those windows that later I spent so many hours beneath. I loved those windows and that night as I walked up to the house I loved you. I don't know if you deserved my love or not but the reality was that I just loved you for being there. At that point in time, that was enough.
You introduced me to intelligent people. It might sound strange if I were to say that I had never met any before and perhaps that would be a lie anyway but I suppose I had never noticed any before and suddenly here you were talking to me about everything and anything and being idealistic and passionate and most of all, making me listen.
You forced me out of the mould I thought I belonged in and proved to me that my life could be whatever I wanted it to be not whatever I thought was expected of me. For that I thank you more than you will ever know.
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