Dear Elle,
Looks like we just missed each other again. I can tell it rained this morning, but your letter is still dry. Plus I can see the exact spot beneath the tree where you laid, as explained in your last letter, just where the overgrown grass gave way for a mysterious slender figure. It is truly amazing that after all the letters we have exchanged, we have not crossed paths yet. Have you wondered why this is, or has it been of your accord? Sometimes I suspect you are hiding just there behind the bushes, simply too afraid to come out; to confront the one person who maybe, just maybe, might care enough to be there for you during whatever it is you have going on that has made you this way. I don’t want to be too pushy but I want to help; I can help. However, until that magical day we finally meet, you can go ahead and hide behind those rustling bushes behind the iron gate, that is all fine with me.
Anyway, you once asked me if I thought life was fair. But given the circumstances then, I couldn’t give you a straight answer; however, I think I figured it out now. From an individual’s perspective, life has never been, nor ever will be, “fair” because quite frankly if everything were made to perform as expected there would be no growth or change. But as soon as this is applied to the grander scheme of things, “fair” is about one of the only things life can be. To make fire, something must be destroyed; as one life ends, somewhere else another begins; there is always calm after the storm; and I know for each and every one of our frustrations, lies a solution just waiting to be found. Regardless, I am not saying your situation is justified; simply marked off as one of the pangs of life’s ambiguous fairness no matter the severity but just like all things, good or bad, this too shall pass. Besides, you have me to keep you company until then.
Sincerely the Boy in the Graveyard,
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