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### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### # ## ## # ## #### ## ## #### # # #### ## #### ## ## ## ## ##### # ## ## # ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ## ####### [ A Letter Never Sent ] [ By Knyttet ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ A letter never sent I should have sent him that letter. The one in which I wrote how much I did love him and how sorry I was about everything that went wrong. It wasn't my fault and it wasn't his. It was just some of these things that just happen. I should have sent at least one of all those letters I wrote, instead of throwing them all in the garbage bin. I mean, I wrote them anyhow so it wasn't that much trouble putting one of them in an envelope and putting a stamp on, but I couldn't swallow my pride. I don't know why I never sent any of those letters. Maybe things hadn't been different between us anyhow but then I would have known I did something. He was so perfect. So sweet, so good-looking, so intelligent and the best thing about him - he was so funny. Whenever he entered a room, people stopped talking, waiting for him to throw out a punch line. And he always did. Maybe I would have been tired of all this if we had become really serious but now I miss that I never got the chance to feel that. Maybe he wasn't so perfect underneath. Maybe, when the first glow would have disappeared I wouldn't like him at all. But we never got that far. Things happened and I'm still wondering why. And I'm still feeling stupid about never sending any of all those letters I wrote, never giving myself a chance to find out, never giving my self a chance to forget. Now I'm sitting here, an old lonely lady, 99 years old to be exact, no husband (not even a dead one), no kids. Still writing those letters. We know that actions we take have consequences, but do we ever think of the actions we don't take? --------------------------------------------------------------------------- uXu #373 Underground eXperts United 1997 uXu #373 Call SOCIETY HQ -> +1-518-465-6721 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------