Mi abuela se murió.
Estuve en su funeral, la vi en el ataud y toda la familia estaba ahí.
Estuve en su funeral, la vi en el ataud y toda la familia estaba ahí.
Es tan raro.
They aren't love letters that someone else wrote for me; I don't have any of those. These are ones I've written.
When i Write, I hold nothing back. I write like he'll never read it.
Because he never will. Every secret tought, every careful observation, everything I've saved up inside me, I put it all in the letter.
... They're not love letters in the strictest sense of the word. My letters are for when I don't want to be in love anymore.
They're for a Good-bye. Because after I write ny letter, I'm no longer consumed by my all-consuming love. I can eat my ceral and not wonder if he likes bananas over his Cheerios too; I can sing along to love songs and not be singing them to him. If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.
My letters set me free.