MY OWN SHORT PIECE OF WRITING
…He was confident writing back even though it has been 25 years since he had last spoken to her; it was way different now. He knew it was different. He wasn’t a man in his early twenties anymore. His urge was so strong that he didn’t think about it twice…
It seemed like he was playing the piano typing about his thoughts, his feelings. Words were music to his eyes singing about that summer…The summer of lost love where his fragile world been derailed. How much effort didn’t he put all these years to stick his broken pieces back together!
His letter was passionate and nostalgic. When he felt his heart empty, when he felt there was nothing more to say he stopped.
What shall I do? He thought… If I press the sent button my whole world will collapse, again.
If not, I will never forgive myself being such a coward!
He sat there staring and reading his letter out loud in despair and pity. Then he made his move: WE ONLY LIVE ONCE he thought. The email was sent.
…He stood up and walked a few steps in the empty office…
Having second thoughts about it he was confident it was the right choice . After all, he felt free…
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