Messages in bottles
..Wherein I hold a person in mind, and write. More than once. And then let it drift away.
- Dear A: You disappoint me. I thought it would be nice to make a new friend. But that is clearly not what you're expecting, and I count myself lucky that you pushed too quickly. Now your hands are clean, and so are my nails.
- Dear B: You are beautiful, and I wish you knew it. But part of your special magic is the way you move through life artlessly, innocent of the light shining from your heart. One day I hope you realise why you can see the path under your feet, when others stumble.
- Dear C: I broke a small promise to you years ago. And it still hurts inside me like a bone in the throat. I know you're beyond remembering it now, wherever you are. And wherever you are, I hope you are well and happy. And I'm sorry. And I'll stop being sorry now.
- Dear D: I didn't get to see you again, even though I usually try to. I know you don't mind as long as I don't forget you, but I feel guilty about it. I'll see you next time, and I'll try to smile like you always ask me to. I promise I'll try.
- Dear E: I'm so happy that your gaze is up high once again. Some people think it's normal to have a nameless sorrow gnawing at the roots of your heart, but your wings are regrowing and it makes me tear up in pride. Go you good thing.
- Dear F: You'll never know how much and how many you've touched over the years, as well as how much and how many you've hurt. I'm glad for it, as I'm not actually sure you would care if you did know. I forgive you, because no matter what you've been and done, it was never out of malice. It is not your fault that you live as wooden gears and leather gloves; an automaton.
Coda.
Go on, try it. I guarantee you'll feel better.
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- Dear A: You disappoint me. I thought it would be nice to make a new friend. But that is clearly not what you're expecting, and I count myself lucky that you pushed too quickly. Now your hands are clean, and so are my nails.
- Dear B: You are beautiful, and I wish you knew it. But part of your special magic is the way you move through life artlessly, innocent of the light shining from your heart. One day I hope you realise why you can see the path under your feet, when others stumble.
- Dear C: I broke a small promise to you years ago. And it still hurts inside me like a bone in the throat. I know you're beyond remembering it now, wherever you are. And wherever you are, I hope you are well and happy. And I'm sorry. And I'll stop being sorry now.
- Dear D: I didn't get to see you again, even though I usually try to. I know you don't mind as long as I don't forget you, but I feel guilty about it. I'll see you next time, and I'll try to smile like you always ask me to. I promise I'll try.
- Dear E: I'm so happy that your gaze is up high once again. Some people think it's normal to have a nameless sorrow gnawing at the roots of your heart, but your wings are regrowing and it makes me tear up in pride. Go you good thing.
- Dear F: You'll never know how much and how many you've touched over the years, as well as how much and how many you've hurt. I'm glad for it, as I'm not actually sure you would care if you did know. I forgive you, because no matter what you've been and done, it was never out of malice. It is not your fault that you live as wooden gears and leather gloves; an automaton.
Coda.
Go on, try it. I guarantee you'll feel better.
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