Dear Ghost,

So the time has come to bring this to an end.

This situation is quite peculiar; normally I refrain from expecting- even less demanding- anything from strangers. Don’t get me wrong, the only thing I ever wanted from you was time. A few more moments in the sunshine, unburdened by the shadow of tomorrow.
Can’t have everything, right?

Well, it’s good to know we’re opting for scenario No 3 (ok, without the mind-blowing part). It was my favourite, from the start. I’m not ready to die yet, and I’m fed up with compromises.
Launching a tabloid will be a challenge, of course…but, hey, it can’t be harder than being a king.

Anyway, no more obsessive blogging for me.
While it is no longer possible to stop, I can at least slow down until it ceases to be an addiction. To say that I understand exactly why you kept reading- or even why I kept writing- would be a lie.
Still, it definitely made the whole story worthwhile.

Now before I start throwing up at my own melodramatic bullshit,
I’ll say…No not goodbye. I’ve said too many of these already.
How about, hope we’ll see each other again at some point.
This is the Digital Age, after all.