You said you wanted to call today and it scares me a little. It scares me because I wrote you a letter back then, poured out heart and soul. Actually it might only be tears which were spilled, the words smudged into a blur of purple and water. It scares me because in that minute puddle contains my little fears and vulnerabilities, not so little frustrations and gripes accumulated and have found release on a school foolscap. It scares me because we have not spoken much in years, and even if we had, my memories reveals pathetic one-sided conversations. It scares me because I've flown a great distance to escape, to take a break, to try and forget.
After all, to love, to forgive from afar is always, and has always been, much easier.
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