Letter

TRUST,

It's your old friend here, reaching you the only way I can, but you know that. Who else still writes letters though? For that matter, who else even thinks of anyone anymore unless they need something...

There I go again, about to ramble on about things I don't know much about, and how could I? I was never around anyway. Still, it's my favorite thing.

I suppose it's the wondering, guessing, and most of all, hope of being wrong. It is for that reason I'm writing in the first place. For once, I wanted to be wrong.

Then it all came out, and what? Broken, gone? Well, yes. That's the way of things between us.

We all know that once you show up, it won't be long before I'm there as well.

Your Friend,

GOODBYE