By Aleksandra Atanasovski
I can’t find you now.
I’m writing this letter because I don’t know where you are.
Everybody knows and remembers your heart wrenching story. The story where you almost died, crushed with your friends in a black bag under the crushing blow of the deadly dean. He found you cold and afraid on the table, alone and lost and it was because of me. But you survived this attack. Your resilience is an inspiration to us all and something I’ll never forget or take for granted again. You were smashed against the wall with an unforgivable force but came out stronger.
I am infinitely proud of you.
You’re different. I can see this now. It’s all clear. When you emerged from the fiery depths of the furnace you were born to stand free and different. To spit in the face of failure and become a true survivor. A god amongst mugs.
But yeah. I can’t find you now.
I’m sure someone killed you secretly or has hidden you from me. Probably not though as well. Who knows. Nothings really certain in this world.
The only thing I know is that you are not here anymore. By my side. As you should be.
You are not here anymore for me to drink coffee, be my support when I’m stressed, be there when I just want to sit and dream of a better life together start that florists in vienna we’ve always dreamed of. Hand in hand under the setting sun.
I’ll have to find you. I need to find you. I believe that you are somewhere near me. I believe that you are closer than i think. You presence is something I can’t ignore.
We are kindred spirits.
It’s why I decided to write you a letter because I need to see you again.
I know you’re out there. Each word brings me closer to you. You’ll read this, I just know it. You have to.