I got your last message. It doesn't sound like you're going to miss me too terribly, which makes me feel just terrible. Maybe I misunderstand. I'm feeling punky and alone anyway. Anyway - You always said I get in "these moods" so maybe I am in one. The trees are black against the white sky here. Is it like that there? Probably just grey concrete from where you sit anyway.
I can't understand why you can't just be more definite. I do miss you. I know it's hard, but you seem just fine with it all. It's harder for me. You make me think it is anyway. I never used to feel this way. Now I'm really upset. I shouldn't be, but I am. I don't want to talk about this anymore. No, don't call. Je ne veux parler avec toi maintenant parce que je suis tres triste et confuse, la situation - toute - c'est tres difficule pour moi... pour toi... tu as ton femme. Ca va. Elle ... tu sais le mot je pense.
Ca va,
c.
