Dear "anonymous."

I'm sorry I didn't notice your comment from two months ago until just now.  I wonder who you are.  Do I know you?  James, Michael?  You're not Erica or Zoe I think, or Nico even.  I wonder how in the world you found your way back into my archives; more importantly how did you stomach that much angst?  In reality I don't really want to know who you are.  It feels the same as in high school when Sarah made up a secret admirer and slipped notes into my locker.  In the end it was a wonderful birthday surprise from good friends, but the best part was letting my imagination go before I knew who it was.  Maybe you are Sarah or Elan.  We wrote enough together when we were younger, and I miss the companionship of fellow writers. 
Whoever you are, thank you for your comment, it is a delicious mystery.