To my once dear Nowherewoman, (Or No where woman or Now here woman)
It pains me to say that you will be denied my presence in your life from this point forth. Yes, even as I'm writing this, and you, not having read it, are already being denied me. I know this will come as a crushing blow to that thing you call your existence, as I, the bright shining star in your otherwise great by most peoples standards, except my own, which are higher, loftier, betterly, perhaps life-thing you have going on.
I mean, I myself could hardly imagine a world without me, but rest easy in the fact that I continue to exist, and the world is not without me, just you are without me, in the direct way that we were, at the very beginning of this letter, but not, as of the beginning of the paragraph - and no, reading this backwards doesn't put us back together.
I hope you, somehow find a way to live on, is what I suppose I should say, but a person can only be so strong and of course, there is only one of me of whom, I am left to assume is the strongest that ever was, in a beautiful, charming, perfect kind of way. So I can wish that your days not be so dim that your eyes suffer, and you require thicker glasses!
Anyway, I know I'd told myself I'd keep this short, but somehow, I couldn't let myself be so cruel as to deny you at least enough words to quilt a blanket to wrap yourself in during what will most likely be many long and cold nights without me. Please, I know you cannot, as it is impossible, to find it in your heart to blame me for leaving you, but should you try very hard, know that this was also difficult for me, as I awoke only moments ago with this notion, and it nearly occupied my thoughts for an entire minute.
Here is to you, from me, wishing you the best - well, let us be realistic. The second best. Alright, maybe top ten, in your future endeavours.