Open your eyes wide to read my words:
I speak not from the fragile weakness of a flawed character, but from the considerable experienced strength of a golden heart burnished and refined by the fires of hell. I say unto you, emphatically: please, don't give up on me just yet. Sometimes what people need the most is another chance. Let me prove it to you. Because in the end, a man always walks alone, but in truth he cannot do it by himself.
Let me explain.
In the afternoon the dog goes crazy, scratching and barking, lunging powerfully at the front door. He bares his teeth, indicating through rigorous display, that, like almost every day, the postman has arrived. And sometimes just when I had almost lost all hope of it, I get a little written postcard, with no specific return address, typically a small one with just a few sentences, sometimes less, letting me know that somewhere out there, my one special friend is still ok, still thinking of me, and still knows that I'm around, and sound, and down for whatever, come what may.
Love Amaranthine,
Anonymous