The Little Girl That Held Her Breath

Passing through a tunnel in the car today, I remembered one of the most influential aspects of my childhood. I remembered a little girl, long hair in pigtails, eyes trying to catch as many details of her surroundings as possible, holding her breath (well, letting go of her nose when she couldn’t take it, but…

A Letter To Another One I Lost, 2

Dear, This is my second letter to you and I’ll probably never gather the courage to send you this one either, but I’ll write it anyway. It’s been two months since that last letter and the distance has won this battle. My heart is in pain, the kind of pain I didn’t want to feel…