Dear M.,
I soaked the feather in my heart and started to put on paper what I wasn’t able to express at the right moment, nor to live the moments as they were right… I have always waited for the right, perfect moment… However, no other moment, than the present one is perfect.
With these letters, I am trying to come back to the present moment, to pick up my broken pieces from the past, and even more important from the future’s projections.
I try to rebuild myself with the puzzle pieces which miss the edges, I have to find a better place for them…but before doing that, I have to clean them up from dust, dirt and sorrow…
Dear, only now I have found the power to see you in my mirror and admit that I must to talk to you sincerely, without assuming that you know me very well, without you defining me. I have to brake the boundary of the others defining me, because I have a big sense of empathy and before expressing myself I already feel what the others think of me, and lose the focus, I keep it inside and feel judged before saying even a word or finishing my ideas.
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