I wrote you a letter. I was honest for once, I simply shared what has been going on in my life. Very trivial things and also my thoughts which are normally only for me to hear. I asked how you had been and I shared something I knew that you would've loved to know. I explained something that would've brought a smile to your face. I even asked about her. It wasn't as hard as I would've imagined. It's easier to see you as hers so I didn't think this letter would be a big deal.
I wrote you a letter.
...I didn't send it. I erased every solitary letter and smiled. I had the ability to write you a letter, and I did, but then I also had the ability to make that disappear. Would that letter have caused a problem? I highly doubt it. But letting my work pass into nothingness neither affirmed or rejected was harder to do than to simply send a piece of paper merely containing letters and ink and thoughts...
So, now I'm stronger.
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