Letters

The Message I Sent to the Girl I Loved

A quiet goodbye, and a gentle lesson

Photo by Joe Forget on Unsplash

Hey, how are you?

Today, I called my father, he answered, after a casual conversation, he told me that our home, the dormitories, were struck by a fire shell, and part of the roof was destroyed. Luckily, no one was injured.

When he told me, I knew something was imminent, so I must prepare for the possible outcome, mentally and financially.

So, try to pursue writing a manual guide for beginners to write on Medium. Then I can publish online, find a book promotion and customer on Kindle, which is a site where books are published and sold online, and resolve my financial issue.

So, I have things to ask.

On Facebook, while I search for you, I have found a person called You.

Then I started following you, sending friend requests, and reading your writings. It was beautiful, and it captured something I recognized— an experience that felt familiar.

So, I wait, respond for the insights, which is where the idea of The Big Fig Tree comes from.

It was great, tremulous, emotional turmoil, which makes me question myself, my intuition, everything.