The Letter

27.03.21 morning a letter was left on the table unaddressed. She knew it belonged to her, without a second thought she grabbed the letter and directed herself to room. She partially knew what was in it but still there were many feelings messing around her. After two hours she came out of room, she wasn’t happy, wasn’t sad, wasn’t surprised and surely wasn’t dispirited.

It was a normal letter started with dear and ended with yours loving, but it’s not a normal letter although it sounded like it was. They both had common feeling at the start as it stated he was nervous while writing thinking about consequences and she was nervous while reading, and there was a uncommon feeling too. He said no drama straight to point and she was melodramatic before she began reading it. (He said no drama but it was melodramatic).

At beginning he was grateful for having her, how important her role was in his life as he wrote “I don’t know how would I survive those days without you”. She was thrilled to read those words, made her feel special because no-one ever said that so directly. He continued praising her. As his main motive was to keep her happy and never lose her. Unknowingly she had been a important part of his life.

“You have heart made of gold….no…. it’s made of Astatine”. He was referring to the rarest element found on earth which explained how deeply she had spread her roots in his life. This wasn’t all about gratitude but surely it was how important she was in his life.

He was not courageous enough to express his feeling in front of her so he chose letter as a medium. When I said not courageous I didn’t mean he was a coward but the fear of losing her made him to express it though a medium. She helped to move away the clouds which covered the moon, from his life and he never wanted to end or spoil the friendship just by expressing his one-sided feelings, and never wanted to keep it a secret though. He wanted her to know how he felt but was scared thinking she would take it in wrong way, because as said she was a Astatine of his life.

The chip on his shoulder was how she would take it and how she would react.

A page was left at the end for the reply. She decided not to reply, because she wanted to meet him in person. It wasn’t just a 3 pages stapled together. It was something exquisite. It wasn’t just a letter it was The Letter.