i'll miss you dearly, i know i will see you again but it won't be quite the same. you'll change into something i don't recognize. that's your nature. that's what you are.
i promise, no one could love you like i loved you. i am confident in that. i loved you despite being constantly discouraged unintentionally. i loved you when no one else did. i understood you more than anyone, i bonded with you like no one else. probably because i had no one else. i love you, estragon. you are my beloved. to many, you are a stinky old tramp but to me you are my masterpiece. a lonely masterpiece.