Hi it is me the one you wanted to be. I remember the letter you wrote about me. That was a good one. I keep on reading them until you turn 23.
Your words was good and written peacefully like how you imagine how the world would be. It was fun and exciting. I wish you never stop writing till you turn 63.
I remember reading the first letter you wrote, you said living was the best gift you received and having me will be your final dream.
I enjoy every bit of your letter and receiving them gives me hope to be alive but why did you stop writing about me? did I disappoint you? did I hurt you or did you realize that dreaming was a piece of gift that you will never receive?
The last letter you wrote broke my heart. It is written on a piece of paper, grayish and already used, like you hurriedly wrote on it and not minding how will it look after you send it to me but it is ok, I'll still accept it because it was from you and everything that comes from you was happiness for me.
But when I opened the letter, the first sentence you wrote was ' I am truly sorry' and the second one was how you wish not to dream about me anymore because you said that it was hard waiting for me to be your final gift and how it was hard living your life.
I cried reading your last letter, because I felt how tiring it was for you and how hurtful it is to wrote the last letter to me. I felt the words you wrote, I truly felt it, every words sounds 'I wish to dream easily' 'I wish to live happily' 'I wish to receive you as my final dream' and the last sentence you wrote was 'I am sorry. You are me who will never be me in my future because I will never move forward in this kind of world. The world I build for us was created messy and ugly.'
I swallow every word and accept the reality of not meeting you in every single world we have. Good bye.
