Letters From an Anonymous Reality

Letter 8

Dear Furry, 

We are broken. Maybe it's our connection. Maybe it's us. Maybe it's just me. But something is broken. We don't know how to talk. We barely have the chance to, but we don't know how when we do. I just wish we could go back to how it used to be. I wish I could see you or hear you or just feel your presence. But I can't. Maybe everything is broken.

I really hope you're ok. You say that you are, but you say very little, and everything changes so quickly. You could say you're fine one second, and you could be in potential danger the next And how can I trust you're not just saying you're ok? What if you don't want me to worry, so you type a quick and easy lie? It would be so easy, wouldn't it? You wouldn't even have to look me in the eyes when you lied. I'm not saying you're a liar. I'm just saying you're very kind, and you don't want me to worry. So I think you could lie if you thought you were doing me a favor. So, as always, I am worried. 

Why is everything so broken? I miss you. I miss us. I miss being unbroken.

-A Broken Record