I'm sorry I've neglected you. You see, I've been away. I was in hospital, deathly ill. Ill of heart, sick in the soul. I almost didn't make it back. I hope you will forgive me, my dear. There have been many changes in my life since we last spoke, but I regret to say none of them good. I have been broken, heart and mind and body and soul. I'm in need of repair. I need to be fixed. If my body is a temple then it is in ruins. Decimated. Plundered and pillaged, treasures once owned now lost to time.
So I shall sit here and write you this short note, trying to explain my absence. Has your heart grown fonder? Probably not. Have you missed me? I doubt it. But I must write something to remain somewhat human as I gaze into your unforgiving eyes, so full of anger and hatred. I've only ever written for you, my love. I once only lived for you as well. But you have not noticed my disappearance at all. You do not see my ghost casting a shadow as you sleep and dream of things we once shared.
So remember The Little Prince.
And his stars.
And a life together lived as one.
I shall return.