Dear you,
How terrible it is, to start something and never finish it! How terrible it is to never have closures in your life, to live and to wait for death as the only closure, to everything, because you cannot find the closures you need, or, at the least, a any closure for that matter. You live, in hopes that something is coming up soon, that someone someday is going to say something that will be the end of your misery. A magical word, for lack of a better word, a magical word. You have no idea whatsoever about how or when this is going to happen. Waiting kills. It kills us slowly and gradually, and it is the cruelest killer, a serial killer, that is. Waiting is everywhere. We wait for love, for marriage, for kids, for some comfort in life when we retire, for kids to grow up and for us to see them grow up beautifully. We wait for everything. We live on expectations, or at least on anticipation. If nothing else, anticipate, and you will be able to live a little happier, but not all happy.
We do not let go. We never really let go, we just forget, and try to make ourselves forget, because if we don’t, we will go insane.
Love me, because it’s insane, and I’ve tried every sane thing in this life and failed.
Yours faithfully and sincerely,
N.
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