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the forgotten art of writing letters



Dear friend: 

I decided to write you a letter tonight. I want you to know that every day I’m walking, I’m happy. Even when I’m not, I try to be. You know, I was a bit displeased with my environment as of lately. If I’m honest, I don’t always have the best of days. Some days I wake up rather gloom, and I don’t know why. On those days I blast Ben Howard on the stereo and I imagine myself laying down in the middle of a sunflower field. I have a tasteful imagination, I know. The truth is, I still fear change. The unknown is frightening. However, I’m learning to embrace it. My life is constantly evolving, and it’ll never stop. I’ve learned to stop sitting on the ledge afraid and just jump. (Metaphorically, hah.) I don’t know if you know what I mean. My words are rather vague tonight. The truth is, I don’t have the energy to be artistic, or poetic. I’m merely typing away at everything that I’ve been storing away in the depths of my lovely, but oh so fragile, heart. Tonight, I’m choosing to fall in love with my solitude once again. Enjoying the smell of rain, cuddling in bed with my dog and a good novel, the warmth of a cup of tea. Using paper as a canvas for my writing, feelings and emotions. Wishing I could wake up to the perfect view of the sunset from a small villa in the woods. The past two years have been great. You see friend, I fell in love with myself. As narcissistic as that sounds, I fell in love with my quirky jokes, charm, heart of gold, and intelligence. Up until that point, it felt like it had cost me an arm and a leg to get there. And even in those moments, I find myself thinking about how beautiful it would be to share it with a person. We are never conformed are we? Silly humans. I was standing on the top of the ‘Ponce Market’ sign in ATL, taking in the view. It was nice. Except I looked to my right and there was a couple looking over the view, laughing, smiling, and completely engaged in one another. He looked at her as if she was a rare, unusual species. She laughed, oblivious to the way he stared at her. Her eyes were glistening. And I wondered, how nice would it be when someone looks at me that way? I’ve learned that God’s timing is precise and faultless. I don’t know what my life will look like in 6 months or 6 years from

now for that matter. But HE does. Trusting in His timing for my life has been a process all on its own, but I’m determined to do so. To leap. Especially in the dark. The truth is I can be irrational, emotional, and impatient at times, but my creator is patient, and everything he does makes sense. Friend, I’m sitting on an airplane at 9:27pm on a Sunday night, writing to tell you that I’ve chosen to fall in love with my solitude. I can’t get caught up in moments of what could’ve, or should’ve been. I just have to cherish the now. The now is pretty beautiful, if I just take a moment to take it in, and not let anyone break my view. There’s breathtaking scenery ahead, and I won’t get distracted this time. Anyways, I hope you’re well. We’ll talk soon Sincerely, Your dearest friend, p.n.c 

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