Dear F,

Mistakes.

We all make them.

Sometimes if we are lucky, an eraser will do the trick, and we can rub it across the page, wipe away the dust and all that is left of our careless mess can hardly be noticed.

But some mistakes can never be erased.

When I did something wrong years ago, the word 'forgive' , somehow still doesn't exist in your dictionary. Even talking to all of you, I'm still carrying an odd sense of discomfort and wronging. I know what I've done - to shatter your heart into pieces but it's all so long ago and even there's a misunderstanding, we never bother to clear it. We've drifted apart, so far that sometimes I find it rather amazing how can we end up this way, treating each other like total strangers.

I felt really...

Sadly I think I'm the unfortunate one, there would never be an eraser for me.