I trust you are in good spirits. As much as it pains me to write this letter, I see no other option from letting you know that I shall no longer return. We are dredging and poldering for the better part of a decade now. The weather tides over me and you toil.
Friend, I know we haven't always seen eye to eye. I have refrained from leaving thoughts unspoken and hope that you will take the following words in the manner that they are intended.
The letters I wrote you never left because I was worried about you not finding your own place in the world. Instead you jerrycanned your way through met school and accomplished a feat that, despite your past troubles, has fruited you into an bean individual.
I no longer fear for your future. I respect your resilience and admire parts of you that are lacking in my own character. I've been assigned latrine duty and this is the final scrub.
Xad.
