A Letter

To Her Love Mail 25 degrees C 2018 410 pm Till Today                
                  
Enough to stay?                  
                   
It is to know that it has changed: The immovable circle is felt in your heart, in your head. I can stay on ice for ages. Snow can melt: know it will change and                    
                   
Knowledge in thought, in every purpose. With that longing, with a little breath, and                    
                   
Continue to know that at least one of the things is emotional, that it changes, that it changes, and that it changes. Starting in 2018 I felt close to her, but I had not a single cup, and I knew that she needed more, even as I knew then that I should have been the One when I wasn't. She cared for me and in the end I hurt her. The variable seemed between not leaving there, or never coming to, here. But as I did it everything was done awkwardly and without forethought.                  
                   
As if I was very young, I was shocked. The warmth of her love when I saw how good it was for me pointed out the imbalance between the fact that I wasn't there and the weight of the feathers when she entered.                  
                   
I needed to be 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7, 7