There was no fiery car crash to speak of. No late night swimming adventures gone awry. Not even a nasty fall down stairs. It wasn't all pleasant times but all in all, I have survived yet again. I'm waiting for the day when I won't be so lucky. I did happen upon a strange letter, on my travels...
My dear Heart!
What has happened to you? You're scared. On cold nights I can feel you trembling. But you tremble on warm nights too. Do you remember the last time, the day you danced? There was no trembling; you fluttered like a bird. You almost flew! If only for your cage, you could have. Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you had escaped that day? My body would be empty, a mere hollow shell. I would miss you so. I know how badly you long to be free. I would give anything to see you able to fly far, far away from here, but in that end it would mean my doom. Life is a gift, dear Heart, but so is freedom. You have given me life. It seems only fair that I should be so kind to you, but of that I am scared. I've held on to you so tightly for so long to let go would be... a relief. To think that such a tiny thing, a flick of the wrist, could alter the universe as we both know it. Such a tiny thing...
...From here the pages were damaged, the letters worn and utterly unreadable. A strange letter, written probably by a lunatic. I hope for the saddest of all endings for them. To me, those are the only ones that make sense these days. Their words hurt my heart. I don't feel a tremble or a flutter, but something else. I wince, or cringe, or some other word that means anything other than to "feel good." It has become a sensation that I have grown accustomed to in the weeks past, months really.
I wish I could remember what it felt like, to flutter, to love, to be loved.
My dear Heart!
What has happened to you? You're scared. On cold nights I can feel you trembling. But you tremble on warm nights too. Do you remember the last time, the day you danced? There was no trembling; you fluttered like a bird. You almost flew! If only for your cage, you could have. Have you ever wondered what life would be like if you had escaped that day? My body would be empty, a mere hollow shell. I would miss you so. I know how badly you long to be free. I would give anything to see you able to fly far, far away from here, but in that end it would mean my doom. Life is a gift, dear Heart, but so is freedom. You have given me life. It seems only fair that I should be so kind to you, but of that I am scared. I've held on to you so tightly for so long to let go would be... a relief. To think that such a tiny thing, a flick of the wrist, could alter the universe as we both know it. Such a tiny thing...
...From here the pages were damaged, the letters worn and utterly unreadable. A strange letter, written probably by a lunatic. I hope for the saddest of all endings for them. To me, those are the only ones that make sense these days. Their words hurt my heart. I don't feel a tremble or a flutter, but something else. I wince, or cringe, or some other word that means anything other than to "feel good." It has become a sensation that I have grown accustomed to in the weeks past, months really.
I wish I could remember what it felt like, to flutter, to love, to be loved.
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