Ruth

Dear Ruth,

Hey, dearie. How are you holding up? Wake up, look out through the window. Look how the mountain range is peeking through the soft clouds. Feel how warm the morning sunlight is against your scar-barren skin. Open your puffy eyes and wipe those tears from your cheeks. See, it’s not as gloomy as you think it is.

Last night you were shaking vigorously, dear. Shaking like a fragile tree being blown by the wind. You felt as if your world was crumbling around you, the pebbles and shards of glass were thrown against you. You tried to hold on to what’s left but it crumbled as well, and you fell. You fell deep and hard, so deep that you eventually felt like you were static.

Dearie, let go of that knife. Wipe those bloody trails and leave no marks behind so that you wont be haunted by it. Light that cigarette instead. Burn your sorrow away, one puff at a time. Notice each and every breath you take, how soothing it makes you feel. Feel the coldness of the night, and how dark the night sky is. See those little silvery glimmers in the sky? The stars look like they’re winking their flirty eyes at you.

Ruth, you are a survivor. You are not a corpse. You might feel broken now, but it means you were once whole. You were strong, you are strong, and you will be strong. Soar high, but keep yourself grounded, you don’t want to be like Icarus. Remember that tale? The one where he fly too close to the sun? Yeah, that one. You love that story, right? Don’t be like him, okay?

Ruth my beloved, you have to persevere. This will make you strong, stronger than ever. I might not be able to be with you in person, but always remember that I will keep you close in my mind and heart. But I want you to remember that you have to always be strong whether I’m here or not. Okay?

With love,

N.A.