"Hi there !"
Starts the letter..
As she sits on bed and leans on the wall she covers herself with the cloth and with the letters in her right hand, she stretchs out her other and turns on the music. As the sax blows the beauty, the uke by her, upright and the bed messed with books and papers like the usual.

Her heart graps the pain and the guild is all over her face. She has decided to move on and she has been resisting it forever, untill she has found and the heart wants nothing but to love again.
Yet she knows she has scars and wounds never to be healed.
Temps her as forever.
Remembers the curse and it shivers to knees.
The letters says
"Hoe.!"
She loves him so much. and she heart knows he does too!
But the letters.... the letters... are not told.

She prays with guilty yet, it's just the tears. She wanted to ask,
"Why the dream has to turn her away?"
But "a .. has not worth!" was written in bold on those white pages.
She keeps silent in pain with tears.

Perhaps, she has been just struggling and trying to keep up the fight.
She is known as the Warrior.
All those years, she has been writing and Hoping and praying.

She is so scary. She is afraid. She fears it like nothing before. It's so real as more than anything ever felt.

It is desired not just decided.
Perhaps, she just need to get back to God, repent and live.
And forgive.
Perhaps, it's grace again.


(20-4-20/11:53pm)
(photo courtesy-ssssss )
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