And if between the time you wrote to me and are reading this, you have pledged yourself to the debonair future medical student I watched in slow-motion lift your hair from your neck to clasp the necklace he presented you at Arugula, I would be desolate to hear it, but would wish you great happiness and many vivid flashbacks of our brief, extraordinary acquaintance. All best, etc.— Peter p.s. I’m sorry about my eyes. I don’t know that they’ve ever affected anyone in quite the way you describe. I’d close them or look away if I could live with the thought of not seeing you.
