A long time coming.

Hello, old friend. No don't give me that line where you insist we're not friends; that you've got high standards and too busy a schedule. Don't come up with endless lists of why in your tumultuous existence there is no place to even consider mine as being anything relevant or worthy of note. Denial doesn't make reality—especially a harsh one like this—go away. You might refuse to accept the fact I'm here standing next to you all you want—nice spot, by the way. I'm slightly partial to stone benches in small parks—but you are still listening to every single word I'm saying, even if you most definitely would rather not to.

No. You can't just shut me up. It doesn't work that way. You know full well that it's all part of the deal, and foul moods notwithstanding, you don't get to pick what's real and

what isn't.

I guess you got screwed that way… alright, doubly-screwed and royally so.

But I know you don't need to be reminded that you knew full well what you were getting into when you accepted my proposal. So, having put that out of the way… tell me, Samael, what you've been up to and how was your week, my friend?

You still wonder why I'm keen on talking to the Angel of Death? Well, who else is going to get what I'm saying or see where I'm coming from? It's not like anyone else would even begin to understand being around for so long beyond the simplistic and quite abstract concept of "eternity," let alone grasp the incovenience of eternal life. Yes, I know there's still plenty of people who still are looking for it, but I'm glad you learned from yours truly, your biggest mistake.

I guess neither of us imagined the real consequences that deal would have, huh? I mean, I thought that give, well, all the time I needed to persue whatever odea that struck my fancy. That's what went wrong, you see? There was a time, before we met each other... all right, before I summoned you and forced you into bargain. Potato-patata. The point is I had many dreams based on this ideas I had, but not enough resources and certainly not nearly enough time to acquire them and get started with what I thought was truly important, so I had to get creative. I paid off. The bargain was struck and I set out on my way when I freed you to go on yours.

The silly thing is, that when I had the resources, I found out I had very few dreams left.

In fact, the only thing I really look for any longer is this one-sided conversations of ours I you can see, I changed methods. Now, I come to you, I no longer summon you to where I am at that particular moment, So, that's going to prove people can change. If anyhing, I've become far more polite in this regard. That has got to count for something, right?

It's funny when we think about it. Before I met you, I thought I was slipping into madness, wasting my time doing things I was told were important, only to scratch out a living. Now, I realize I only wasted my life trying to do what others told. Trust me, I been thinking about that for quite a long time, and I also went crazy for real and for quite some time, too. That was when I sought you out with more insistence, and for that I' sorry.

I'm sorry I blamed you. I regret trying to make you feel responsible forthe trouble I found myself in. I apologize for being a needy, self-serving and deluded prick. I brought that upon myself and I didn't have the courage to accept it, so I tried to make your existence as miserable as mine was and I did, for a long span, I accept that now. I totally understand why it shaped the way you act whenever I'm around. Not that we started with the right foot, either, but it wasn't that bad. So, all I wanted to say this time is: I'm truly sorry I was such a pain in the ass.

That being said, how about I treat you to some tea. Or a beer or something harder if that's what you'd like. After all, eternity is meaningless if one can't have someone to share it with, wouldn't you say?