Extract from "A letter, a goodbye, a thanks."

So this is me, who I have become, who I am. This is you, as you always have been, or so far as I know. Strange, that the two, so unrelated and parallel, two lives constantly living for years on end with no interaction whatsoever, could so quickly collide and escalate, into everything. Thank you, before all else thank you. This time has given me all I needed, this time has given me myself, and you have undoubtedly played your part, handed it to me in nothing more than a plastic bag and cello tape...