I want to see your face, to speak so we can see heart-to-heart, to sit on a park bench somewhere and say that no matter what, I am always ready to be your friend. I will always be there for you, thinking about and praying for you.
I can’t save you from those murky depths. Perhaps my mistake was in thinking that I could, that I could find the solution for something so huge and heart-breaking.
For one who is so used to writing, I really don't want to write any of this down. Please, let us be able to talk, face-to-face.
I love you so much, Angela.
Yours truly,
Irene.
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