The icy winter breeze blew hard and my 45 year old naked body shivered. With her last letter in my hand, I jumped off the bridge. Just before I hit the roaring sea, I closed my eyes and whispered her name.

I had lived the last 25 years in pain; pain of not knowing why she left me suddenly; pain of failure in finding her; pain of fighting with the sarcastic world. And today, as if God was celebrating the silver jubilee of our separation, I found a letter. It was right there, in my courtyard, buried below one of the plants.

‘Sam, I cheated on you yesterday. I don’t know why. I love you immensely, like I always have for the past 3 years. Still I fell. I fell deep and it is so dark that I do not want to see my own face. Sometimes the body does not listen to the heart I think…
I do not want you to forgive me. You have given me lots of love and I will take that with me. I am relieving myself of this body. I hope you find someone more worthy of your immense love.
Sorry.’