It’s midnight. You know, at this time of night, I find myself returning to myself and my world once again, like Cinderella. I remember what was, but in the end, it all boils down to memories. You know… I’m writing you another letter. I’ve prepared the envelope, written the address, and even affixed a stamp on the side. However, I’ll never send it to you. As if that would change anything…

In my mind, I create a picture of the situation. I imagine. The mail carrier arrives and intercepts you just as you’ve returned from work. You take a stack of envelopes. Among them is the turquoise-blue one from me. You leave it for last. You pay more attention to those carrying elegance. I, a country girl, always loved to stand out. But only because of you, solely because of you.

After dealing with important mail, you go to take a shower. You’ve already started the coffee maker. On the way to the bathroom, you call our favorite Japanese restaurant and order sushi. “Put the sauce on the side,” you emphasize. While all of that is being prepared, you step out of the shower cabin and return to reading the incoming mail.

You open that turquoise-blue envelope that smells like me.

“Tonight, it struck me, can you hear me, you fool? Come before my heart betrays me.”

You read the letter, and I know… You’re not happy.

The image of solitude is portrayed differently. Both of us thought it would be easier to wake up in silence. I would give anything now to have your voice break this silence. I would love to see you walking through my home again, waking me up and kissing me good morning. I would love for my bed to still carry your scent. I would love to listen to your voice, telling me that every falling star is ours. That the best is yet to come…

“Our dreams will come true,” you used to say.

You don’t say it anymore. That’s why I’m not sending the letter to you…