Hello, Again!

Dear Reader,
How have you been since we last spoke? I hope all has been well.
This isn’t the only correspondence I’ve been neglecting as of late, though a part of me wonders if I should ever take the other back up. That one was a bi-weekly/monthly email to a friend that I hold very dear. Two years ago, I wrote her as I’d been doing for years—and she reintroduced herself to me. She kindly explained her life and who she was, and asked if I was sure I didn’t have the wrong person.
She was exactly the kind and eloquent woman she had always been and it was absolutely clear that she had no idea at all who I was.
And I cried. And cried some more. Pulled myself together and reintroduced myself and how she knew me. And I attempted other letters, letters where I reintroduced myself at the beginning of each and then after getting no response, I found myself a little lost as to what to do next.
She’d told me plenty of times that she was getting older and her head wasn’t what it used to be and I waved it away and told her she was just fine, and… Now what? Do I write her and remind her there’s a portion of her life that she doesn’t remember? Do the emails go through? Or am I just talking into the wind?
I hold her so dearly in my heart. I always will. I guess that’s why, two years later, I find myself on pause as to whether or not to write her again. To possibly re-open an old wound or to find some warmth of the friendship we’ll always share, even if memory makes its edges murky. I wish I knew what was best.
I’m afraid my absence from here has a different cause, though it’s rather foolish: I find myself pretty damned boring. That’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.
So because of own insecurities and vanity, I decided no one would be interested in what I wrote, before anyone else could do it for me.
A note? Don’t do that. It’s insulting yourself, under the guise of self-protection, and it’s not helpful in the least. Who knows how much time I wasted not engaging with some kindred spirit by hiding myself away. No more of that. J
It’s good to see you again, dear reader.
Write you again soon!
Sincerely,
Echo Shea

Published by echoshea

Echo Shea is an urban fantasy author. She can be found avoiding house work, guarding her chocolate, and penning her next read. Yes, more Gladys is coming, and yes, there will be a sequel to A Tinfoil Hat of My Own.

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