
A letter from me to a person who will never see it. Are these matters private? Maybe. But this letter is mine, and there are no names. The tears I wrote it with are mine. And if I want to throw it out there for other people to see? I'm going to do that.
Why? Who knows. Just because. Just because I want to.
Just because I can.
Why? Who knows. Just because. Just because I want to.
Just because I can.
Category Story / Human
Species Unspecified / Any
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"That was...Unbelievably well written. I think it would be impossible for him to interpret this any other way than how you intended it to be. If me, a complete stranger, can be brought to cry reading this, because of how everything is just laid out...Then he'll understand, if he reads it. He has to."
All I can say is thank you for your comment. It is humbling to have my words touch someone, and eperiencing that reinforces a whole half of the reason I write at all - to reach out to people in the only way I know how.
I have to believe his eyes will never fall upon this, because it can't hold me back from moving forward anymore. The breeze will help dry my tears as long as I walk into it.
I have to believe his eyes will never fall upon this, because it can't hold me back from moving forward anymore. The breeze will help dry my tears as long as I walk into it.
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