Dear . . .

Dear . . . you.

Dear . . . you.

I think I can only say thanks.

Thank you for not losing your strength, thank you for not losing hope, for retaining the brightness that characterizes you, for continuing to try new things and continue to dare to obtain your dreams, you are big, intelligent, you are capable, valuable, you are the definition of brave, you are brilliant, extremely special.

I've wanted to talk to you about so many things but I end up inhibiting myself, yes, it probably sounds even more silly when it's already published, but what can I do? I keep fighting day by day with my mind, I will keep fighting for the day we meet again.

Every day that passes since that event, memories come back to me. Can we make new ones? The future is so uncertain that I am sincerely afraid, of everything really, but in one way or another I trust that the best will happen.

Have you felt full of doubts? Lately I think about that a lot, what you feel, what you do, will you be eating well? Will you be bored? What excites you today? What has aroused curiosity in you lately? What things does your heart keep? Is it a good idea to publish all this? I do not know. I only know that every day I can see you, at least in some of my dreams, also that remembering you does me good, at least

I feel that. I hope you are still the brightest star in the galaxy.

With as much love as you can imagine, I.