As mom and I left the office today, I felt bittersweet emotions. On one hand, I felt accomplished and wise. My heart was warmed by the book, and even more by the thought behind it. At the same time, I felt like a part of my support system was gone, and vulnerable by the fact that I needed one to begin with. But I felt okay by and large, because…because I didn’t know. That’s why.

When I came home, I was thrilled to find out that I had recieved a letter in the mail from my friend Julie. We had just gotten to know each other this year, but we had so many things in common. If only we weren’t both so shy. Getting the letter was the best part of the day, but perhaps also the worst. Correction. Definately the worst.
Her letter was very sweet and filled with kind words. Julie’s handwriting was meticulously neat. My heart was warmed by her kind words, up to the part where she wrote,
Love from your friend who sincerly closes this letter with best wishes, Julie. If only the letter had ended there.