Prompt #49

Dear Friend, 

I’ve been thinking about you a lot, so I decided that 3am really isn’t too early or too late to write.

I keep thinking of that night when you cried on my bed, trying to be quiet so the kids wouldn’t hear, I still think about that night often.  I know it was hard for you to let go of him, I hope you’re doing better now.  I prayed so hard that you would heal.  God always answers prayer.

My reflections trouble me, dear. I wish I could be with you, talk with you, write beautiful poetry with you again.  I know those days are in our past but I wish they weren’t, I long for them.

I talk with your sister often.  She misses you, we both wish you would come home.  She’s made her peace with it though.  She’s dating Seth now.  Yeah, I know, anyone could have guessed it.  They’re really happy together, and I doubt that they’ll remain just a couple too much longer.

I’m quitting my job.  I thought that would make you happy, you always told me that it wasn't good for me there.  Well you were right.  I caught the two of them together… just as you suspected.  And you’re right.  If I don’t start doing something I like, then soon I’ll die regretting the dead-end job I spent so much of my life working at.  

Your sister told me yesterday that you admired me.  It brought tears to my eyes.  What would you have to look up to me for?  You're my biggest role model.  

You told me that regret was the most unhappy word in the world – heavy words coming from a writer.  You also said that in the end, we all become what we deserve.   You were right on both accounts, as usual.  I regret how I used my time with you.  I deserve the lonely person I see in the mirror.

It doesn’t really matter how or where I start these letters, I always end up here.  I always come to this spot in the forest to bury my letters to you.  I thought you might like it here.  I would bring them to you, but the cemetery they have you in is so bleak.  

Affectionately, ~Della