My Dear Alyssa
So This is Love
My Dear Alyssa,
As I was perched upon my small windowsill, the only sound being the soft echoing of my guitar gently playing, my gaze drifted to the world of the outside that lives beyond that of my cold glass window. And before me was the most spectacular sight. The darkness felt somewhat comforting to me for the first time in a while, when the stars danced and shone unlike, I had ever seen before that night. It was as though, my worries for tomorrow did not even exist anymore, and I was overwhelmed with the feeling that all my sadness was being washed away with each tear that escaped my eyes. Alas, I knew better than to let myself hope that maybe I was finally letting go.
I fear that I might not be able to ever let go, but I think you already knew that before you left.
Yours dearest,
Amara.