#m.redthorn

Dear Sasha, Isn't it sort of eerie how many thoughts you can have towards one person, but the moment you try to speak to them, it's just smoke that blows away in the ocean breeze. Silence. I was never the one who spoke up much, but perhaps that's one thing that made our bond a little stronger. Something we shared. Perhaps that's the thing that lend me to show you a glimpse of the person behind of all the scars that simmer on the surface. Though times followed by even tougher times. We argued a lot. Your father and I. About you and what's right for you. It felt strange like you would be our child. I'm not a good Person, but sometimes you need the bad in order to see the good that you're trying to reach. Something that your father wouldn't really understand. There is no light without a darkness, and no darkness can exist without a light. Remember that you always have lights scattered around this forsaken World. In case of requiring one of those lights, just follow this piece of paper that I attached to this letter. Take care, little Wildflower. — Maria.