the dearest reader

well, you asked me not to write this but i've never been one for following your orders. this is the penultimate post of the blog, and it has to be written. all the other posts have been for you though so this one doesn't have to be for once. it's just an explanation. there's nothing i could say here that you wouldn't already know, and there's nothing new to discuss. 

i'm done writing to you and i'll let it all die. some days i think i'll love you forever. others i can't remember why i did in the first place. maybe you're right, maybe i am crazy. maybe this new dawn has faded. either way, these five years have been inspiration. so thanks, dearest reader. but you're not the only person who reads anymore, and for that reason i retire then pen originally intended for your eyes only.

the post i sent to you is the real swan song. but that was from me, daisy, rather than the caravan girl. so from her and from me, arrivederci dearest.

sincerely.