Dear reader,
You told me I needed to write again. Honestly, I agree. I need to write more I miss it. I miss catching a thought like a butterfly, difficult but worth it. Sadly I can't, can't or don't is more like it though. One day I'll write you and I'll tell you everything. One day i will catch a butterfly and as it rest on my finger it will let me know that it's okay. It's okay to tell ypu about all the things I've done and all the things that have been done to me. I'll you about the positive times and the negative. I'll tell you why I am how I am and who I got it from exactly. One day I'll spill everything. On that day I will most likely try to shut down. I will retract and change the subject but you need to snap me back. You won't but you might have to push me. This my dear, this is the beginning of that very long letter that will one day be sent. This is to tell you it is okay to push me. You already know my tells and when i start to speak but no words leave my open mouth, wait a second and see if I get there and if I don't take my hand and tell me it's ok. Tell me the things only you know to say, you will know them soon if you don't already. Reader, my dear, one day I'll tell you everything along with the things you already know and I just don't know you do. Oddly, I can't wait for that day.
Sincerely, sweetheart.
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PoetryI've always been told that I'm good with words. The main problem is that I don't always know how to say the words I'm so good with. I find it hard to speak so i perfer to write them. Sometimes i write them in hopes it will reach the one it's to. Oth...
