Only a letter
Only a letter
I received my monthly letter, it's the sixth one. The greeting on it written with pretty pencils and love, as well as my name.
The joy of reading answers and news from another soul that i care about. A so-kind soul shining all she can, traveling the paper to let me hear a bit about her and her living. I wish we could hold hands through those words. Just for me to be able to feel the life behind her words and for her the warmth behind mines.
I can't help but still worry that you might dissapear from one second to another, i could close my eyes, barely acknowledging the darkness, then opening them to the sight of a fateful text. The only thing reassuring me right now is your will to try, wich i will be eternally proud of you for, even though i wished you talked more to me about your burdens.
But life go on, i will soon send my answer appreciating the positivity my letters can give to you and waiting impatiently for the next one, and the next letter, and the next, and the next, till you decide you have enough of me.
Please don't.
E.L :•