I see your life in old yellowed photographs, faded with suffering and tinged with adventure. Still-shots pieced together to tell a story of brokenness and fear, beauty and life. Frames of distant places and unfolding dreams. Images of a life truly lived, and a life filled with regret.
You hold tightly to a very old picture of yourself, believing that you are young again with your whole life ahead of you. You are in love, you are happy, you are safe. You live here, cling to this one image, because it is here that sorrow has no place. I watch the lights in your eyes fade as I ask you questions that force you to move forward. You show me pictures of war and terror; responsibility and family; pain and loss. I understand why you can’t let go, and I think, perhaps, you are the most amazing man I have ever met.
Today’s letter was written by Anonymous
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