MY LETTER PART II

Good afternoon, oh heart. Dusk has embraced this bright week. I don't know what mood you are currently in. Whether it's bright, gray, or feeling lost. Each week will pass. There's always a feeling I long for. It never fades and always comes to me. An insignificant event, yet it leaves such a deep impression on my heart. A timeless medium to remember you again.   Oh heart. When sorrow approaches you, I always receive news. A feeling that arrives without a sender ID. It rings an alarm of danger. Though sometimes I don't know which is news from you, and which is longing. A feeling that comes without reason. When “not okay” is the news written, when it's said to be your news, I always regret what is happening. I who don't know where I should be. I who don't understand how to make you feel better, I who whisper, stammering prayers for you to be better. And try to unravel the sadness clinging to you.   Oh heart: Night has fallen in the sky. The glow of lamps has replaced the faint sunlight. Granting humanity peace, in the cold without the light of the universe. Perhaps I'm not the only one who feels this longing, not knowing how to lessen it even for a moment, stumbling, staggering, moaning, searching for a drop of water to quench this thirst. Searching for you from the few remaining memories. Which slowly become blurred between memory or mere hallucination.   Oh heart. I am tired of trying to freeze a heart inscribed with your name. Tired of trying to bury every story through words of reconciliation that often became the main topic of our conversations. Tired of trying to run from the longing that resides in my soul. For you, for us, for a life whose concept has become a draft we wrote. Many times I've said, “be happy with your life, I will always pray for every step you wish to take. Always be a happy person because of your choices.” It only goes that far. Even though I wish I could continue the sentence with the words "with me" at the end.   To be continued