letter to an ex.

Hi Victor,

It's Anita ****. I decided to drop you an actual note Hi as opposed to the Facebook notes. How are you? Your family is gorgeous. I am green with envy. Not ashamed to say it too.:)

Do you still write poetry? I bet in your mind you're wondering, who the heck is this? Or not? Something happened to me recently that made me remember the past and some bits and pieces of life in Enugu and everything in between. That's the funny thing about living abroad, you wish to start over but then you miss the past, you miss your friends, you miss that fun part of your life and you wish you could bring them with you to share the good times. And then you become this other person that only the people in the past can remember the other you...the fun you. Does that happen to you?

But anyway, this is just to say Hi...I don't write poetry anymore. I used to write short stories but not anymore. I take pictures now as my main hobby...it's an amazing release. They are not great, just black and whites of landscapes. If you can't remember me, oh well...this might just be a strange note from a stranger in a faraway land.

Take care,
Regards

Anita ***

This was my note to my dear Victor O about 2 months ago. Almost tempted to include his last name but, he is quite a celebrity on the web and beyond and for the sake of his family, I will not. But yeah, I was feeling very vulnerable when I wrote it. I was so consumed by the quiet that I felt like reaching into the past to connect with someone. He is doing alright for himself and he ranks as one of the most popular men I have ever been involved with. He was the one that got me in touch with my artistic side, to touch and feel and tune in to little things, the air, a leaf blowing in the wind, a strand of hair in the bathroom. Just little things.

I only remember this note because inasmuch as I have the greatest respect and admiration for him, I hate it when people don't respond to emails. Married or not, he should have responded to my email. I hate that. It's like putting someone on mute - this person does not matter, so ignore this email and act like it didn't happen. Even 2 months later it still irks me.

I sent another lady an email on Friday, and she is yet to respond. I know she got it but she does not want to dignify me with a response. Alrighty then, irk me some more. But her lack of communication with me is not as hurtful as my dear Victor O ignoring me. You think you know a person and they just....ooomph!