The Dreamer Letters ( the 2nd letter )

Dear Starlet,

 

Hope this finds you well dearest. I write again as promised even though I know that is one promise you wish I could break but in my defense, this is one wish of yours that I cannot make true.

The past month has been heavily full of pressure. I came across an empty shop and I set my eye on it. But as always, things have a funny way of turning into a mess. I feel as if I am a one armed man punching at the breeze, it’s difficult, it’s pointless and very consuming.

 

Blackie is not talking much to me lately, he’s giving me the “ silence treatment again “. I guess he doesn’t like seeing me this weak. But it’s the third month of the year and that is never a good month. Remember? You were there when it happened. Only you knew how to make me feel life once more. I guess blocking out everything from the ten years that came before it was a good idea so I wouldn’t remember happy times and grieve even more.

 

I remember the look in your eyes every time you held my hand as I thought of it. I know I’ll never forget that or the reason why a 10 year old child should be rapped against their will. I guess it scars them and almost anyone around them. But you knew how to make it easier on me, them. On us. 

I’m still looking around for a new place for the café. Thought I should tell you I’m naming it “ Starlet “ after you. I guess you’re in it as much as I am you might as well have it named after you.

 

 

I shall write some more soon, I promise. Hope you re well, hope you’re in joy, hope you find your calling, hope you smile a lot, hope you remember the goodness I had, hope you remember the greatness you hold. Hope you stay forever young.

 

Yours Truly,

Dreamer