Dear friend, Now, more than ever, I miss talking with you. Yet, I can’t even tell if we have talked before. I don’t even know how would it feel, having a conversation with you. I keep imagining the scene where we sit face to face and I pour my heart out. I would tell you everything, every scar, every fear, and every desire I have ever had, and still do. I would tell you about the things I have kept ignoring all my life. I would tell you how hard it was to bear all this alone. I would tell you when I stood up for myself. And I would tell you when I have let myself down. I would tell you the things I really hate, the things that truly scare me, and I would tell about my fantasies, the dreams I hid inside of me. I would tell you about the places I want to visit, and the places I want to write about. I would stay up all night describing the scent I would love to smell one day. I would describe how turbulent is the sea, and why. I would tell you the story of the young lady who never