Cafe At The End Of Time Continuation

 S’il fair chaud, j’ai un soif.

Eat when hungry, sleep when tired.

Nothing else is any of your business.

If a tree falls in the forest and you don’t hear it,

why get so upset?

There was a letter waiting for me at the post office.

I hadn’t checked my box in months…it had been

posted long ago.

It was from Natricia.

I never thought I’d hear from her again.

It was telling me what her life was like in Spain.

I hadn’t realized she’d moved there.

She said she’d had a boyfriend and a job, but she lost

them both. 

She didn’t say that was why she was writing.

Since it had been so long since she wrote the letter 

I thought she’d given up on me like before.

I wasn’t sure I should write her, or just let it go.

I had a slight pang of remorse.

It was like all the other pangs I had from time to time.

None of them ever moved me to action.

They lessened as time went on, so I was just waiting

for them all to go away.

The worse my memory got, the easier it was.

I was looking forward to not remembering anything.

I wasn’t looking forward to starting over.