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Saturday, December 21, 2013

Fiction

We could not afford to have him drag us down, Maybe when he got his act together, we told ourselves, we could finally have a real connection.

That was when his letters began finding us with increasing regularity.

Time wore on and the letters became more personal.

We cherished the convenience the physical distance provided. If we needed space, he did not exist to us. But when we did need him, we could conjure him up with a pen and paper.

Our connection with him gave us strength, confidence and stability, and helped us get the rest of our lives in order.

Things that we had always known about him began to bother us more and more.

We still wanted more than that. We wanted more than he could give us, we realised.

But the things that he gave us - steadiness, hope, the ability to love and trust - endure in our lives even after the connection faded away.

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