Letter 3

Upon meeting you, my most cordial phrase turns into something as intimate as teenage elbows brushing against each other. 
Every word, regardless of how vapid, grows a web of thoughts and feelings and strengthens a faraway world that is living itself. 

I will have to learn to dance with this limp you've left me. 
I will allow your silence, your uncertainties, and your fears to rest inside me, while my entire being will wrap itself around you.