This is my letter to the world who wrote me back often, in multicolored fonts or perfect penmanship, letters that lay on my floor scattered and unread. World, you tried to warn me sometimes about the roads that I traveled, but I was too busy doing nothing to comprehend any of it. You tried to tell me that I was worth it, but I shut my eyes to the words and more than once tried (stupidly) to leave you. And it seemed that you had changed sometimes, but perhaps it was more me that you — and it was more often I think for the worse than the better. I have a place now, with you, around you, within you, and I can write about it all at this point in my being, though I can remember all the times I shut you out, longing only for escape. I have learned a thing or two.
This is my letter to the world who took me back into your fold, even after I cursed you, abused you, and never said I was sorry. Some things I have done that cannot undo, but I might write this letter to you, world, and thank you for just being you. It took me a long time for me to get where I am, but you were always there with me, around me, within me — and I couldn’t have gotten here without you. This is a poor excuse for a letter, I know, but at least I have gotten to where I make the attempt, now, instead of letting you just slip away, and wonder where you might have gone. Write me back, and I know you will, and let me know how I've been doing with all this stuff of life. Eagerly awaiting your reply.
Love,
Stand
me?!
10:15am tuesday, 10th june
Wow,gee- I am left speechless!I really do hope this world of our will write you back- and show you much love!!
me?!