I want you to know (if you are one of those to whom I have ever written a private word, either by actual mail, or via PM or by any other written means, you have heard me say this in other kinds of ways), that you mean a whole lot to me.
Oh, I have my foibles even as do you.
Don't go wondering if my affection for you is non-existent or insincere, if you ever hear from someone else that I know you have your foibles, please.
That is all I can say. My heart brims over with sadness because the person whom I very dearly wish would read this may never read this. My eyes fill with tears because I may not say any more than this at all about this subject.
All I will say to you (if you are reading this, you know I am addressing this to you) is this: you are like a brother unto me - or a sister, if you wish to think of our prior camaraderie that way.
That is all. May God be with you. Be well. Stay well. Always.
With an aching heart and tears that hurt my eyes,
I remain,
Your sincere friend forever,
Malar




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and a good soul!






