Love letter # 95

I send this message knowing the chances of you receiving it are slender. I have no expectation of an answer, nor of any other exceptional outcome. Life is not Netflix. We are not destined.

In lieu of miracles, I speak for the joy of speaking. To have it said. To know it is out there. For in silence I dare not even imagine.

You may not know what I wish to say, yet you shall know my voice. Then, hearing it, you will understand. This, I may now dream. And, in dreaming, I can at last be at peace.