I tried to send, three years I sent that letter, not just an email but it was a test, that was a real letter, it was written in pen, folded in Italy and seeded with hope.
I remember waiting for that reply that never came, every day I would check the mail box, I was hoping, but it seems I lost hope after a while, the waiting became through a dusting, I just realized something that was more, that was much more important.
Some correspondence are made to end, and not because we stopped caring about it, but because silence was the answer, so we often think closure comes from these words, but sometimes it comes from learning not to leave, correspondence.
This does not mean a bitterness or anger, but just means peace, since we finally understand that life moves forward, even when some conversation never gets to the alliance, today when I think of that matter, I don't feel hurt, I feel free, there is no more correspondence, and that is fine.
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