nick: I have a letter for you.

joy: after so long?

nick: yes, but I've decided not to send it to you.

joy: why?

nick: I'm afraid I would send it to the wrong person.

joy: but I haven't changed my address.

nick: yes, I know. But the addressee has changed.

joy: (silent) are you disappointed?

nick: no. it almost seems inevitable that I should misplace your address.

joy: you did? I thought you meant...

nick: ...the address to your heart.

joy: oh.

nick: finally it all makes sense.

joy: what makes sense?

nick: perhaps...actually...i don't quite know what to say.

joy: just say. (pause) I'm ready.

nick: you wanted me to write.

joy: yes.

nick: I was reluctant. eventually I did. but it didn't make sense. because soon after, I felt compelled to stop writing. which I did. but sometimes I wrote and became who you wanted me to be. but now...after all this while...i feel like i don't know you.

joy:...yes, I did. I feel like I no longer know you too.

nick: yes. We both changed.

joy: you're very cruel you know.

nick: I am? (pause) you are too.

joy: why am I?

nick: please don't be angry.

joy: I admit I was whenever you stopped writing.

nick: it seemed the only thing to do.

joy: did you talk to him?

nick: yes...

joy: and?

nick: nothing. the voice i hear though, is a soft murmur from you. and it's fading. your voice...it's changing.

joy: (pause) I don't know to cry or laugh.

nick: be who you must be.

joy: so I won't get to read your letter?

nick: it's for someone else.

joy: stop this!

nick: no...wait...really...be who you will be. I'm really happy for you. it's really about me. at some point, I have to stop writing.

joy: I don't think I will ever understand. but I respect your decision.

nick: I don't too. you see...it hurts me when... sometimes you appear all strong and sure. but sometimes, you're weak and vulnerable. sometimes you're careless with your words. sometimes you're so frank i admire you. sometimes you see the beautiful small things around you. but sometimes your eyes look so tired and small. sometimes you are so random. sometimes you got everything all planned out. i can't find you. i can't.

joy: this is making me...

nick: you shouldn't hear this. but I've said it. you know...I miss last time. when our words did not weigh as heavy as they are now.

joy: it's your fault.

nick: yes. it is. I shouldn't have written the first letter.

joy: why must it be like this.

nick: more than often...people hardly have proper dialogues. it's usually monologues after monologues. I'm glad we could have real dialogues before. but now...I guess...

joy: you don't have to say.

nick: when this all ends, whatever happens, this memory holds a special place. you hold a special place. (pause) I know you couldn't fulfil my earlier wish. but can you promise me one last wish?

joy: what?

nick: raise your fingers like thisgood. look through it. yes. now turn away your fingers. what do you see?

joy: (pause) more things.

nick: no. more distractions. my last wish for you is to promise me not to be careless anymore. when you say something to someone, mean it to the end. people won't know what you actually want if you are not clear from the beginning to the end...for them to suddenly know your final intention, it can be quite a shock. but more importantly, if you have decided on something, do it to the end. if not...you'll end up hurting both the other party as well as yourself.

joy:....I...

nick: no...wait...you don't have to reply. after all...this was just my imagination. you were...my imagination. (pause)
my earlier wish to spend my entire day with...was for someone else. I wanted to meet her. But now she's gone. I can't write to her. I can't.