[letters] Day 1 - Your Best Friend
Dear Regan,
I dunno when, if ever, you’ll see this. I have to be honest with myself, there’s a chance I may never see you again. Same line, though, there’s a chance you may never see me again, either. There’s every possibility I could die or lose myself in the task of bringing you home.
And if I never see you again, it’s gotta be marked somewhere that you were one of mine.
I got no blood, Regan. Merle ain’t my real dad, and as much as I love him we both know it’s true. I’m an orphan, have been since I was two. No brothers or sisters, I’ve been alone my whole life. I think you’re different, though, and I always have. Fought it hard, at first, but the more time went by, the more I felt it down in my soul that you and me have always been connected.
It gets dark sometimes, kiddo. Too many years alone, too many years suffering for it…I’m in pain, each and every day, in ways I’m taking to my grave. I ain’t known a moment’s peace in decades, maybe not even in my whole life save for the times we sit down for tea or have dinner, or just visit each other ‘round the neighborhood.
I ain’t as faithful as you, but when it gets dark enough a man gets on his knees and prays. I kneel before my altar, I burn an incense offering, and I pray to Lord and Lady for something, anything to make it just a little more bearable. I don’t even ask for it to stop no more, just for something good. One thing, one tiny thing that will make everything else better, one single light to show me the way.
Regan, I know that I was heard, ‘cause you came walking into my life. The Goddess delivered you to me to answer my prayers, and for that you’ll always be the sister of my soul, if not the sister of my blood. I love you, I can’t help but love you.
And even if I’m dead or too crazy to live as you read this, know without question that I always will.
Love ya,
Jed
I dunno when, if ever, you’ll see this. I have to be honest with myself, there’s a chance I may never see you again. Same line, though, there’s a chance you may never see me again, either. There’s every possibility I could die or lose myself in the task of bringing you home.
And if I never see you again, it’s gotta be marked somewhere that you were one of mine.
I got no blood, Regan. Merle ain’t my real dad, and as much as I love him we both know it’s true. I’m an orphan, have been since I was two. No brothers or sisters, I’ve been alone my whole life. I think you’re different, though, and I always have. Fought it hard, at first, but the more time went by, the more I felt it down in my soul that you and me have always been connected.
It gets dark sometimes, kiddo. Too many years alone, too many years suffering for it…I’m in pain, each and every day, in ways I’m taking to my grave. I ain’t known a moment’s peace in decades, maybe not even in my whole life save for the times we sit down for tea or have dinner, or just visit each other ‘round the neighborhood.
I ain’t as faithful as you, but when it gets dark enough a man gets on his knees and prays. I kneel before my altar, I burn an incense offering, and I pray to Lord and Lady for something, anything to make it just a little more bearable. I don’t even ask for it to stop no more, just for something good. One thing, one tiny thing that will make everything else better, one single light to show me the way.
Regan, I know that I was heard, ‘cause you came walking into my life. The Goddess delivered you to me to answer my prayers, and for that you’ll always be the sister of my soul, if not the sister of my blood. I love you, I can’t help but love you.
And even if I’m dead or too crazy to live as you read this, know without question that I always will.
Love ya,
Jed