I wrote him a letter once. It was difficult for me to put feelings on paper back then; it still is.
I had agonized for days on how to tell him how much I cared. Written and re-written, afraid to say too much, or worse, not enough. It had felt imperative then: the need to clarify. And just maybe, he would say he felt the same.
It was the first piece of writing he had ever read of mine. When I finally gave it to him, he told me I wrote beautiful-like. I held on to the praise, ignoring that he did not respond to the actual words.
Months later, I referenced the letter. He had forgotten I had ever written to him. And I realized how much a thing can mean to one person and nothing to another. How foolish I felt, thinking he cared.
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PoesíaIt's time to escape to the beautiful world of Poetry. I Love love love poetry and I don't think it's fully appreciated. Therefore I hope you will enjoy the works of some brilliant poets. Find heart in their words. I take absolutely no credit for th...
