I have come to the realization I will always be the only one to remember each other's names and birthdays. I am still waiting for you. But will you remember that I am still waiting for you?
I sometimes wonder if I was a bother to you, like a scar. I would give anything to see you face to face and clear everything up. Hoping that at least you remember me as a friend and not an enemy or someone who caused pain in your life.
At least that.
But I think I will never know.
I am growing up without you.
Every time I see the nature around me, I get reminded of you. Like a curse.
I am wondering if I should send these letters. I guess you'll never see them. Who knows?
March 8th, 1781
Everyone is kind, so what makes you special?
You made me believe any type of kindness and compassion from a man means love, but no, people are just nice. So, what makes you different from others?
You are kind like everyone.
You make me misinterpret everything.