My dearest little Gala,
Today, very unexpectedly, I feel well physically but I miss you in the most intolerable way. An invincible melancholia. I wanted to lean on your shoulder, to see you, to be with you.
You are fortunate never to feel too nostalgic of your past. It's absolutely dreadful. And I am so calm. I have no desire to linger around or even yell.
I am sorry to be telling you this. We could never have lived any differently. I am flawed, childishly complicated, nervous and so on.
But you must not forget me. Never, ever. Life matters so little to me.
I love you and would kiss you everywhere.