The most beautiful weeks of my life, he reflected
He sighed and let his gaze wander toward the dark peaks of Africa. Without taking his eyes off that glorious panorama, he patted his jacket until he felt the letter in his pocket. He opened it and began to read, even though by now, after having read it so many times over the past four days, he knew it by heart.
My dear Benjamin,
I can’t say how many letters I’ve written during my life, but no doubt this will be the most difficult of all.
I’m well aware that slipping out of your life, with nary a word, wasn’t the most shining example of etiquette, and if you hate me, I could understand. If you did hate me, that would actually make things easier. For both of us. Because then you’d be able to turn the page and start anew.
I lied to you.