Everybody talks about you. It seems that everyone on the earth knows you. I always tell them that if they see you to please send you to me, but so far that has not happened.
I got married—twice—did you know that? It didn’t work out either time; I just could not stop thinking of you. I have done so many things in my life; I doubt you’d believe some of it. I can’t help but wonder if you’re out there somewhere, thinking of me too.
Every time I’ve had a special occasion, I’ve always wondered what it would be like if you’d been there to share it with me. But I didn’t dwell on it, or get morbid about it. I just always had this vague wish about you and accepted that you’d never come but always wondering.
But now, in my twilight years, it seems I think about you more than ever. Think and wonder. Wondering about all kinds of things—like, who you are!