Dear D
Write. Please do.
It's like hell when you don't write. I need to know what's going on in your life, every single detail, no matter how boring it may seem to you - to me, it can mean the world.
This letter will be short. At least I think of you. And here I go again with my accusations.
At least give me a good reason for not writing. And I mean a good one.
How's your dog? Still alive and kicking? You said he had heart problems.
What about your little brother and sister? You're so sweet and caring when you're with them, I almost feel jealous at times.
I'm jealous now.. They get to see you every day. I'm jealous of your friends who can be with you often. I'm jealous of everyone close to you, because no matter how much I care for you, I'll never be one of them.
Do you think of me sometimes during you busy life, or is it just your conscience that commands you to write once in a blue moon to soothe me?
It's terrible living in uncertainty, you know.
/P.
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