A good fox

Dear Moumoun,

I've usually talked about the little prince with you, because I always think that I'm the fox. But I realize that I'm not a good fox. I'm so selfish. I don't know whether she would be happy to know that the little prince live happily afterwards with the rose. I think she should. 

I felt ashamed being not happier when I knew that you wrote a very long email to your fiancée, I should, because you opened your heart and make efforts to talk first about what you think... I felt sad because I wrote to you similar things to you, but you never replied, and, you never write to me something like that. But on what should my sadness be based? I feel so embarrassed that I have this kind of feeling. I should be a good fox, feeling happy for you, because you've learned how to love someone, even that person is not me.

Anyway, it is a sad story about the little prince. I don't know whether he understands the fox. Maybe he is like you, not understanding why I'm so easy to be sad about the departure, and keep being impatient with me never noticing that I felt ignored. You might think that I would always be there as I had promised you, but you might not know that sooner you'll need me no longer. You don't understand why I complain but never make effort. But you don't know, often for the people who have left, all the efforts to try to keep in touch are not as meaningful as they thought before the departure. It's just a decoration of the life which is already colorful, not a warm light in the night accompanying you going through the darkness. Maybe you'll never understand, but it'll be too late once you understand.

I can't imagine how the little fox stand the pain after the little prince left. How does she get over the habits of waiting him every afternoon? How long does it take not to be reminded of him by the sound of wind passing through the wheat field? Or never? How could she stand not to look at the beautiful night sky to look for the star where he lives?

I don't know how much she must be going through, I want to see the sunset with her, talking about the little prince we've met, and how I wish that he should be happy.

Love,

Miao