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Colleen
Her pen hesitated before touching the page. It had become a ritual now — every morning, tea in hand, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the mist that covered the hills.
She had learned how to miss him without collapsing.
Her journal, once just a space for thoughts, now held unsent letters — folded, tear-stained, and sacred.
Letter #4
Andrei,
I dreamed of you again last night.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9w90aLeuJP
We were sitting on the floor, laughing about something dumb on TV. You leaned your head on mine and said, “This is the best part of being in love — just… being.”But I woke up alone.
I miss you in places you never touched — in thoughts, in breath, in the sound of my own name.
And yet, I’m still here. Still standing. That has to mean something, right?
She placed the letter inside the envelope and didn’t seal it. It wasn’t meant to travel.
Andrei
The apartment was quiet.
Too quiet.
Her laughter used to fill the corners, her slippers used to squeak against the wooden floor. Now, all he had were echoes and his guilt — and a yellow legal pad where he scribbled every day, like penance.
Letter #2
Colleen,
I don’t deserve your return.
But I hope for it anyway.
Every time I said "it was nothing," I knew I was choosing cowardice over honesty.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRbmFOYJvXS
You deserved more.I keep hearing your voice in my head — not yelling, but quiet. Disappointed. And that hurts more than anything.
I wish I had fought harder for your peace when you were still here.
But now, all I do is fight with myself.
He folded it and tucked it into the drawer of her side of the bed — untouched since she left.
Colleen
One rainy afternoon, the journal slipped off her lap. Letters scattered across the floor like broken pieces of a heart she had been piecing back together.
She picked them up, reread them, then added one more.
Letter #9
I don't know how to be 'us' again.
But I want to learn.
If there's even the smallest chance we could love each other better…
Maybe that's worth coming home for.
Andrei
He didn’t send any of the letters.
But every day, he left a small note in her favorite mug.
He didn’t know if she’d ever read them.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW7ml2E4mzP
But he needed to believe she might.
Both of Them
Two hearts, writing in silence.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhR3uLU4ODq
Two souls, aching in sync.
Never sent.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4svFXQ9N9A
But somehow…13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqPTNwjTp33
Always received.
