Dear Malaïka,

I hope this finds you well. It’s been ages, last time I heard of you. You and I are so close even when we are so far from each other. At least this is the feeling I still live with. Tonight, my eyes were watching the moon in its glory and it made me think of you, one more time. It made me think of our moments when we would spend hours in the night talking to the stars and listening to the song of the wind. So, I’ve decided to pen you a letter.
My dear Malaïka, I wish I could really tell you how I feel right now. I wish I could tell you I want things to go back to what they used to be. I know this would be selfish enough, so I won’t dare to ask. I dearly hope you found someone and that right now, wherever you may be, you are as happy as you’ve always deserved because I know you deserve to be happy.
A couple of days ago, I met the shopkeeper we once went to when I wanted to buy you a ring because we were so eager to make some promises about the future. He asked if we were eventually married, you and I. I couldn’t help but drop a tear because it made me realize that all my life I’ve always wanted to be by your side. I know you have no reason to believe me after what I did but allow to me to say, sorry, one more time. You gave me all of you, still, I messed up. I know I shouldn’t have.
I miss the sound of your chuckles and your smile when you look at me. I miss all of you and this, every moment of the day. I wish to see you again, Malaïka.

Paterne Freeman Shadowriter, Letters never sent.

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