Dear Friend,
I read your
letter again and again, and each time it feels like sitting beside you in the
rain. It slows something down in me, like a sadness I didn’t speak finally
slipped away. Just gone, like a bird taking off on a breezy afternoon. When you
treat the little things like they matter, I can’t help but wonder if they were
actually everything all along. Maybe that’s what your world feels like too.
And maybe
that’s why you love slow moments in nature. There, you flop down on the grass
to read or simply watch the clouds drift by.
Whether
outside or in, you love the mellow spell of rainy weather, soft candlelight,
and your daily ritual of tea. You're one of those rare ones who enjoys books
the way others enjoy long talks with a friend. And just so you know, your face
gives off kindness without even trying.
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