Dear friend,

I’ve been carrying this heaviness with me for a long time now. I do not know what to do with it. Of all people, I know you won’t ask me any questions, so I’m keeping it here for a while. I hope you don’t mind. I need you not to mind.

I don’t really know what to say, I don’t think I have anything to say. I just wanted to sit next to someone and not feel lonely. You’ve always been that someone for me, so here I am. So sit close, please.

Life is strange, isn’t it? Again, I don’t exactly know what makes it so strange, but I also can’t think of a single thing that doesn’t make it strange. Everything you love is bound to leave, time never stops to take you on board, you forget how to be happy. Every moment, you’re leaving something or someone behind. Life and loss have four letters each. I don’t think that’s mere coincidence. What are we, if not ghosts of everything we’ve touched, or been touched by? Every single moment of our entire lives is borrowed, yet I don’t think we can survive without each other. Life is ruthless when it’s lonely, afterall.

You know sometimes, I can really feel Time passing me by. I wonder where Time goes? Do you think when the world is asleep, Time rests too? I think it should, it must be exhausting to keep going on and on. But maybe Time is just like us, it doesn’t know how to stop.

Anyway, I hope you’re okay. I think we don’t acknowledge just how hard that is- being okay. So, if you are, I’m proud of you. If you aren’t, I’m here for you, and I’m not just saying that. If you want to sit next to someone and not feel lonely, I’ll always save a seat for you. And I promise I’ll sit close.

I really hope everything works out for you and me. Life hasn’t been kind lately, but I like to believe it will soon be. Someday, living won’t feel so heavy, and I’ll write you a happy letter. Until then, please bear with me.

I think that’s it. Thank you for letting me sit next to you and making everything a lot less lonely. Please take care of your heart. And oh, write back to me someday, won’t you? I’ll be waiting.

Love always,

Me.

written by Wissal Khaled.