I've been thinking about you.

Last night, I went to meet you, and you weren't there.

I wish I knew why.

I felt so foolish.

As I waited, someone else showed up.

A man who has made my professional life a misery.

And an amazing thing happened.

I was able, for the first time to say the exact thing I wanted to say at the exact moment I wanted to say it.

And of course, afterwards I felt terrible just as you said I would.

I was cruel, and I'm never cruel.

Though I hardly believe what I said mattered to this man.

To him, I am just a bug to be crushed.

But what if it did?

No matter what he's done to me, there is no excuse for my behavior. Anyway l so wanted to talk to you.

I hope you have a reason for not coming.

You don't seem like the kind of person who'd do that.

The thing about this form of communication is you're likely to talk about nothing.

But l just want to say all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.

So, thanks. Goodbye.

I am in Vancouver.

I was stuck in a meeting which I couldn't get out of. .. and the electricity went out.

And we were trapped on the 38th floor.

And the telephone system blew too.

Amazingly enough.

Dear friend: I cannot tell you what happened last night.

But I beg you from the bottom of my heart to forgive me for not being there.

For what happened.

I feel terrible that you found yourself in a situation that caused you additional pain.

But I'm absolutely sure that whatever you said last night was provoked.

Even deserved.

Everyone says things they regret when they're stressed.

You were expecting to see someone you trusted and met the enemy instead.

The fault is mine.

Someday I'll explain everything.

Meanwhile l'm still here.

Talk to me. Did he say he wanted to meet you again?

No, not really.

It doesn't matter.

We'll be like George Bernard Shawand Mrs.Campbell.

We'll write letters our whole lives.