The hero is dead, but it is not the source of sadness.
Sadness is just that affectionate, uncontrollable fate.
Dreams, whenever the hero is confused, it will always appear. Every time it looks so gray , except for the last time, it seems to show the light, but the ending is still bleak, but more obscure.
Dream and reality are intertwined with each other, whether it is a fight or a mockery, and finally merge into one, the male and female protagonists get their own liberation, even if the yin and yang are entangled. It's such a long distance. A few three years, a dozen or three years, it's so confusing to find similar emotions
. Dear Catherine:
I'm sorry I haven't talked to you in so long. I feel I 've been lost, no bearings, no compass. I kept crashing into things, a little crazy. I guess. I've never been lost before. You were my true north. I could always steer for home when you were my home. Forgive me for being so angry when you left. I still think some mistake's been made and I'm waiting for God to take it back.
But I'm doing better now. The work helps me. Most of all, you help me. You came into my dream last night with that smile that always held me like a lover, rocked me like a child. All I remember from the dream is a feeling of peace.
I woke up with that feeling and tried to keep it alive as long as I could. I'm writing to tell you that I'm on a journey toward that peace. And to tell you I'm sorry about so many things.
I'm sorry I didn't take better care of you so that you never spent one minute being cold or scared or sick.
I'm sorry I didn't try harder to find the words to tell you what I was feeling.
I'm sorry I never fixed the screen door. I fixed it now.
I'm sorry I ever fought with you.
I'm sorry I didn't apologize more. I was too proud.
I'm sorry I didn't bring you more compliments on everything you wore and every way you fixed your hair.
I'm sorry I didn't hold on to you with so much strength that even God couldn't pull you away.
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