2004-11-09 - 12:20 a.m. fake: "we fall apart so easily," she wrote him in a letter he first read years ago. "our eyes go, our hearing, gone, flexibility and manuverability, they all go," she wrote. she meant more, though, and he didn't see it at the time. it was the last letter she wrote him. the months would pass and he would think 'if only i had a story to tell.' maybe it could have been different if began "we fell in love under an apple tree." but it didnt. there was no apple tree. half the time, he wasn't sure of the love part either. "and then our mind goes, then our heart. sometimes it happens the other way; heart and then mind." he would have liked to have condensed everything he owned and needed into one duffel bag. he would have liked to have stopped, to have moved, to just cease continuing in one place. but he never did. "can you imagine," she wrote, "knowing everything that was once a part of you has finally quit you?" he feels boxed in by his house, by his job, by nothing at all, by the idea that there is no real place to go to. "the body is so fragile. we are so fragile." that is what she wrote. he only understood what she meant when it was too late. she was gone. he couldn't leave. previous - next