Day Twelve

I've been thinking about this project. It's bringing up a lot of different emotions. Yesterday I was feeling bad because I had skipped a day and I wasn't really in the mood to write any letters. I was procrastinating and not looking forward to it. I wondered if I was already losing my enthusiasm for this. However, once I went into my bedroom and started to write, I felt so much better. I was glad to get back on the bandwagon.

Today I wrote to my neighbor from childhood. She was the mom in a family that lived across the street from us. She had two boys. One of them became my high school sweetheart and later my fiance. Things didn't work out between her son and me, yet she was (and still is) someone I could call on at any given time for any reason and she would be there for me. As I was writing the letter, the words were coming out perfectly. Still, I worried that she is going to think it's strange to be getting a letter from me, out of the blue, telling her how much she means to me. I actually worry about this with all of my letters. I think people aren't used to random expressions of love and gratitude. I guess I shouldn't worry. So what if they think I'm weird, right?