The Sorrows of Young Werther: May 4.

After all, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

It’s me, back from the dead yet again! Hey, friend! Listen. Listen. I bet you’re mad that I left so quickly, without even saying goodbye. And at a wedding of all things! That was a dick move, I’ll admit it. I still feel happy though. You’re probably rolling your eyes at me right now, but I know you’ll forgive me.

Wasn’t it obvious that the whole situation was designed to happen to me specifically? Poor Leo! But it still wasn’t my fault and you know that because I told you many times. It’s not my fault that girls find me attractive. It’s not my fault if those girls happen to be sisters and I only like one of them. Okay, I’ll admit that I led Leo on longer than I wanted to and maybe that was a bit funnier than intended … but I swear to become better in the future! I’ll learn from my mistakes and not let them eat me up from inside. I’ll be a whole new person and focus on the present only. I’ll not let myself get drowned by my emotions. Everybody should do that.

Anyway, so I’ve decided to leave town and take care of the whole inheritance drama my mom is still involved in so she won’t have to drive up every other weekend, and that’s why I’m writing you from my aunt’s place. She’s honestly not as bad as everyone in our family makes her out to be. She’s loud but kind with the best of hearts. I’ve explained to her why my mom threw a fit over her portion which turned out too small, and my aunt told me about why she acted the way she did and how she’d be ready to compromise. It’s honestly way too much and too boring to write about it to you, but if my mom happens to call you on the weekend again, you can tell her that the whole thing will be fine. What do we learn from this? Misunderstandings sometimes destroy more lives than actual acts of evil.

Apart from that, I’m doing great here. The sheer solitude I have in this great corner of the earth puts some of the chaos in my head to rest. Spring has only started here and fills the air with promise. Every tree, every bush is full of flowers, and I wish I could be a butterfly, to float in this ocean of perfume, and find my whole existence in it.

Nevermind the actual town, because we’re right in the middle of nowhere. But maybe it’s that contrast that makes the surrounding nature so beautiful. Some rich guy who died a while ago used one of the sloping hills nearby to create a pretty little garden. It’s very simple and you can tell it wasn’t designed by anyone professional, but someone who put his whole heart in it. His favorite summer-house is in ruins by now, but I’ve spent some afternoons already and lost myself in thoughts. Maybe I got a bit emotional over this dead guy, the way I often get emotional over things. I wish I could own this place if I had the money for it. But the gardener who preserves it for the town as a historic landmark seems to like me, so maybe he’ll let me plant some rose bushes at least.

Love, W.