I’m sorry that I’m so cold. It’s not something I choose to be, I just am. Most times I don’t feel anything at all. I’ve watched countless people walk out of my life without a second thought and I don’t care. I let go and move on like they were never there in the first place. Usually I can read a person well enough to know what kind of person they are or how they would react to things. But you “Syrena” stood before me and I read nothing. Not for lack of content, but for abundance of mystery and intrigue. You were unpredictable and I sought to learn everything I could uncover under the surface of the water. I would dive in you and hold my breath for hours and I felt a fire spark in me, one that I had never felt before and I thought perhaps it was just what needed. And just as that flame grew you vanished beneath the waves as mysteries often do. And I sat on the shore and waited for a glimpse of your tail to signal a return but to no avail. Never had it rained as hard as that day. And now it’s been years and though most people fade from my mind, your spark remains, “Syrena”. And I have tried in vain to forget how full the moon was that night or how your smile tethered me to a fading world. Yes, years have passed and I regret many things but not once have I regretted diving into you without a second thought. Not once did I regret letting you melt a piece of me. And although you’ve left a fire in me I can’t help but feel myself freezing again. I know my words won’t reach you wherever you are but maybe perhaps it’s time I stopped searching the horizon for a glimpse of you. Perhaps it’s time I let go as I am known to do, though I feel I may never truly let go. A flicker of hope remains but I can’t wait for something that continues to elude me. Yes, it’s been years, and I feel a chill in the air. — “Phillip"