Safe Distance

My dear,

Since I have no address for you, I can't send word through letters. So I write here on Facebook, forced into it... hoping by some chance it finds its way to your eyes.

What did you do for your birthday, then? Did you buy flowers? Sweets? No cake cut?

You know, I hardly drink tea these days. I long for the taste of tea from your hands, but I can't just show up at your place saying, "I've come for tea!" A solid reason is needed to reach you. How does one manufacture such a reason, tell me?

Seasonal fevers are going around, colds catching everyone. Are you well? Don't stay so alone all the time. If you fall ill, at least let that boy who's with you know about it.
One could live an entire life without telling anyone a single sorrow. But you know, once you're sick, you understand how precious health is. If you don't look after yourself, how will you fight the world?
And your beloved World Cup has arrived. Now I'd have to support even my disliked teams just to keep you well.
Don't waste your days eating only fried things—boil some vegetables and have them with an egg, some milk.

You're an organized person, yet I still have to tell you everything. Telling and telling, I convince myself—I still have the right to scold you, it seems.
People are just like that, aren't they? They cling to some excuse or other but never stop thinking themselves important.
People love to imagine that their absence will disorder the one they love. They live on that excuse. But people never once consider that only when they lose the one they depend on do they learn to stand alone.

Are you sleeping? I don't feel the urge to see you now, don't even want to talk, you know? There's a peculiar sweetness in missing someone constantly from a safe distance. No comparison to it exists. If you were near, could I have written all this rambling nonsense to you on paper, tell me?
Besides, doesn't everyone write letters when they have nothing to say? So what do people do with all these unnecessary things? Swallow them? Or sell them off? I have so many useless things to say that swallowing them is impossible!
Though yes, I could sell them—to someone who has plenty of money, or plenty of time. Do you have plenty of money... or time?