Dear Panashe.
As I write this to you, I feel that for many vindication's we have gone through since I returned a month ago; I have so much to tell you. Most of all, I have tried but I fail to tell you in person. You're the closest, you have ever been to me yet so far, I feel we have drifted or rather... you have set a boundary that I can't seem to surpass. Evermore, it is the look of keenness that you give me whenever I try. It is the look of determination that makes me back away from saying all that I'd like to. I admire your devotion to only live for our son and only our son, nothing more. As much as I admire it, personally it scares me and brings me to a halt of blue devils. I want you to be happy, as sad as it sounds even if it isn't with me. There is so much more to life than being a
