Letter 2

Dear Hiccup,

I want us to laugh and talk for hours. If our fingertips could touch, if our hearts could beat side by side, then maybe everything would feel right in the world again. Maybe my tears would dissolve into smiles, and my loneliness would become sweetness. How am I supposed to get on without you? I stand alone, not knowing where to go, unable to figure anything out, unable to think straight. Every minute feels torturously long,strung of a thousand tears, a necklace of grief that swallows me up with sharp teeth. As the clock slowly clicks on, minute by minute, second by second, as my heart beats, I'm certain that time is frozen, that I'm stuck in an icy palace of heartbreak where the breeze rips through my skin, re-plays our most precious memories and brings me to my knees. As I pause briefly between the tears, I have this strange wish, I wish that our love was a book, and I could edit the ending, making it happier, less brutal and less messy. Maybe, just maybe. Wait no, that could never happen. But I will send you all my love.

Love, Astrid