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Epilogue
My last note to Emi was in November 1998. I have not heard from her since.
Dear Emi
How are you doing? It has taken time for me to get over the events of two months ago. I do not blame myself and do not blame you. I lived a lonely existence and you added an interesting dimension to it. I still wish I had someone I could have a deep, meaningful relationship with. The need is sometimes so strong that it sometimes gets in the way of ordinary relationships.
I fell in love - not with you - but with the need to be close to someone. I hardly knew you and yet I wrote such endearing letters and poems to you expecting them to be reciprocated.
I maintain that I still admire the little that I know about you - your quest for the higher things in life, your interesting hobbies, your desire to enjoy your vocation.
My trip to Japan was enjoyable and I have my opinion about the country and the people. I met three strangers - a friend of a friend who let me use his cramped apartment as my base, one whom I met on the train who offered to let me stay with him, another who gave me an umbrella when I was walking in the rain, another who changed money with me in the middle of the night when I ran out of Yen.
Your country is indeed very rich both materially and culturally. I would be proud to come from such a background.
I wish we had parted under much better circumstances. I felt it was so sudden, so abrupt like we would never see each other for a long time. But then again...
Warm regards
Justin