How She Can Be Loved
Prologue: To him, From me

The girl began to catch her breath. Slowly but deeply. How many minutes have passed since he held a bird feather pen. There was much he wanted to write, but he could not express it in words. Just always. It was always like this when he started writing letters without the address of the recipient. It was already full of three drawers on his writing desk he used to store the letters. He did not know where to send the letters. No one knows who the recipient is but him.

He started smiling. The best solution to hide his pain and deep yearning. Also to hold back his tears that somehow at any time can flow profusely wet his cheeks.

Slowly, he began to move the pen in his hand. One line, two lines, he started to pull on the paper. One word, two words, he began to assemble into a sentence, a paragraph.

To you, my angel.

How's it going? I hope this letter will reach you. Somehow, I don't know either.

Are you worried about me?

You don't have to worry about me.

I'm fine in this world..

Because I was loved..

His night once again he spent stringing together all the precious memories of his life. Write it neatly and in a row. In each line of paper.