By Mansi Shanbag
Hi,
I must say, it is quite romantic, this letter thing we started. You don’t know how I felt when I received your letter in the mail this morning. It is difficult to put in words. A feeling like no other. Like our little world was carved into the rock we all live under.
Our most recent fight DID last longer than we intended for it to, didn’t it… I want to say I don’t even remember what we were fighting about, but it is imprinted in my mind. I want to say it doesn’t matter anymore because I miss you so much, but I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t still burn me up with rage. I am so angry with you for going so long without a word. I’m so angry that every day I would think about forgiving and forgetting just so I could have my best friend back. I’m so angry that you weren’t thinking that. I know you weren’t. Don’t even try to deny it.
But, I love you so much, hon. So much that I want to momentarily forget the anger and I want my best friend back, even if it is for a little bit. I don’t think I realized how much I appreciated how you would pause our fights with a soft ‘ily’. Like us fighting didn’t mean the love was gone. I miss that.
Your timing with this letter was wonderful. I was almost going to give up on ever reconciling with you. I wish the post office’s timing was a little better though.
Don’t worry, when I mail this letter, I’ll write your address wrong and my return address wrong. Let them keep trying to look for a place to call this letter’s home. They should know that dead people can’t read.
Ily.
By Mansi Shanbag
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