Unkwuhuig

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Section 18
Sunset Avenue
TMOV
10 May 2024


Dear Unkwuhuig,


I hold hope that this letter finds you well. It's been a while since we spoke and I thought since that's the case, it would be necessary to reach out to you in this fashion. We didn't leave on the greatest terms the last time we spoke, I just hope that you understood the angle that I was taking. Nevertheless, how are things with you? I hope everything has been fair to you, as they say, you reap what you sow, only you will be able to judge what is fair for you. 

But the purpose of this letter is to remind you of how unfair you've been to me. I don't want us to be on bad terms again, but I have to express my honesty. You have been the birth giver of fear in my life, you have spoken confusion onto me, making me doubt every choice I make. Everything I leave behind is questioned by you with the undertone of loss. I know you meant no harm, I know you mean no harm, but I have to express my honesty. I have encountered your truth after letting certain circumstances expire, only leaving behind memories that I strongly hold close to me. The good stayed good, the bad became good. The sun gave way to the moon, leaving behind darkness, and you were there to remind me of the sun. You were there to remind me of the sun.

Although I appreciate your wise words, I resent what your truth brings. I resent that we can only notice how truthful you are when we cross paths with the future. In the present, your words exist under the breath of anxiety and the fear of letting go.

(Maybe you only as true as I make you. Maybe your truth can be invalidated by my emotion. Maybe you lie in the present and become true with time. Maybe you manipulate my emotions to make you seem true. Maybe you only exist in the mind of vertiago. Maybe you not even real...)


Your loving neighbor,

Benjamin Ba*******





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