Cal,
If I had the courage to tell you, I would. If I knew it wouldn't ruin everything, I would. If I just had some assurance...some way to know that you wouldn't say no.
Such a small confession can change so many things in such a big way. But it could be beautiful, you and me. What we could have, it could be life-altering in the best way possible. It would stretch to every corner of our lives, lighting dark rooms that have remained veiled in darkness for too long, just because we're afraid. Yes, it would be beautiful.
If only I had the courage. If only I had the assurance.
You always feel the need to protect me, but what you don't know is that in protecting me, you are keeping me from something I want desperately, something I need. You are depriving me of the oxygen that my body requires, that my blood needs to sustain me.
I feel like I'm starving, and everyone else around me is a mirage. You are the only real thing.
Maybe one day I'll find the courage, before I'm too weak.
~Gillian
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Folding the paper, she put it in an envelope. On it, she wrote one word: Cal.
No stamp. No return address.
She walked out the front door and dropped it in the nearest mailbox, hesitating for only a moment before letting go.