Pointillism

Dear friend,

I believe I’m finally stopping missing you. You’re still present in my mind, in daily activities and everyday encounters. But you’ve gradually moved from the forefront to the background; from taking up the whole scene to appearing as a small figure in a wide shot. Sometimes you bring feelings, sometimes I barely notice you.

Soon, one day will pass without me thinking of you. But I like to believe that, in a tiny or a seismic way, all significant encounters plant a seed and affect each person’s life.

I know that the memory of you will fade further, but, now and then, I’ll be doing an activity, or travelling to a place, or maybe talking to someone, and I will suddenly realise that, ultimately, it is because of you.