Dear Stranger, it has been a while since I wrote you a letter and it took me a while to decide about this one. A lot has happened in the last year and for almost an entire year, we messaged and called daily.
Your last message came a couple of days ago, you were poorly that day; “rough” you called it. And then you vanished and I have no way of getting in touch. But I am worried. So very worried. Because I know how much you were suffering lately. The silence scares me. At the same time, I hope that the relationship we developed is stronger than life. Stronger than silence.
Me without you seems wrong, but I guess it’s only because I came to be dependent of your daily input. I got used to it, but I never took it for granted. Never. Not once. I was always aware that this could end swiftly. After all, before we were friends, we were a fantasy for many years. Yeah, sounds weird, but it is what it is.
You sent me a sad song that you had written last week and I adore it, love it… But I never saved it. Now it is lost just like you. But maybe one day, I will hear the song again, and I will remember that I heard it first, before anyone else did. That’s a nice feeling.
Something of you will always stay with me. Something of me will always stay with you.
I know you will never forget me and I will not forget you either. We played too big a part in each other’s lives for a moment.
And I need to remind myself: people step into our lives when we need them, not when we want them… And it makes a lot of sense right now.
Stranger, babe, just be well. Heal and don’t be afraid to reach out.
Yours forever and ever,