Dear friend,

They always asked him, "Why don’t you talk? Don’t you ever feel like sharing what’s on your mind?" And every time, he just sat there in silence. For hours.

It reminded me of a toy I once had. One of those dolls you play with for years, telling it everything — your secrets, your dreams, the things you can’t say out loud. And then, one day, it comes to life. And you ask it, "How do you feel?" But it doesn’t know how to answer.

Maybe that’s how he felt. Like he had lived so long in his own quiet world that speaking about it didn’t make sense. Like there weren’t any words big enough to explain the darkness inside him. Or maybe he just didn’t know where to start.

And honestly, I get it.

Love always,
Me