I’ve been reflecting on our relationship, which for a long time could best be described as a nodding acquaintance and little more. Not once did I ever ask you to dance, nor did I talk much to you. I wouldn’t have you think I was blind to your considerable charms. For all that, you appeared to lack the assuredness of girls like Shimari or Keima, and I remember that made quite an impression on me. In my superficial view of things I had you pegged as the girl I could call on when nobody else was around, which is surely an injustice to you. From what I’ve observed it’s an all too widely held view. Not that I’m offering that as an excuse.
I wanted everything cut and dried and locked down you understand. Preoccupied as I was with security, I could never bring myself to trust in your talents, that way you have of bringing clarity to a neurotic and muddled situation. Naturally there’s much to be said for security. However, as with all good things, it can be taken to extremes. When that happens it has a ruinous effect on whatever creative impulses might be lurching around inside one’s cranium.
Recently, of course, I’ve become more receptive to what you have to offer, and you’ve responded most generously. Don’t get me wrong here, I think we both know that neither of us is any go genius. It’s just that in the right circumstances special things can happen when we work together. And I know you’re no tramp Tenuki, you don’t bestow your favours on the first go playing troglodyte who comes along with a hard luck story. All successful collaborations with you require a level of discernment and good taste that I was missing before, and which I now like to think I possess in some measure, at least on my better days. Hopefully I can bring more of that better judgement to the fore in the days and years ahead so that we might continue to prosper together.
Anyway, I just wanted you to know that I’m sorry I neglected you for so long, and I’m grateful you would continue to associate with me. Please understand that it was much more about my own limitations than any of yours.
Sincerely and affectionately,
ps: Oh blast this confounded formality! Tell me dearest, am I still your fiddlypoo? Say yes my darling! Do say yes!