Maybe Say It

Dear Atarah,

It rained again today, though not as heavily as the last time. I didn’t dare step a foot outside. I’m glad I finished cutting the grass and cleared my front yard before it started raining again. It was getting pretty overgrown, and if I left it for another few days, it would have looked like a jungle. The whole place would have looked so closed in.

Much like how I feel today. A little closed in.

There is a weight on my chest that feels too hard to carry. Then the rain came, along with the tears that my eyes had been trying to hold back. The rain was still falling long after my tears had stopped. Somehow, I ended up thinking of you. Again.

I wanted to hide behind you and tell you everything. 

I wanted to tell you how much I hate the world today. How I wish life were a bit kinder to me. Would it be okay to tell you that? Would you understand? Or is it too soon to ask you to hold this with me?

Maybe the sun will find us both tomorrow. For now, I will let the rain do the talking.

Until my next letter,
C