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today is another Saturday I wake up thinking about your story, Hearts (Bring them home). I even dreamed about it the other week. I wonder how it goes, how it gets to the end. I revisit the scenes in my head, piece the pieces of what I remember and then try to imagine the following. I usually don’t get very far before I get frustrated with myself, feeling how inadequate my own imagination is. The pictures it creates are nothing but fleeting moments, too vague to grasp. Nothing in comparison to the world you’ve described, to what you’ve captured so fully. I’m sure you’ve heard, you have a way with words.
I feel crazy feeling so attached to a fanfiction. It seems so insignificant when taken in the larger context of everything but I feel its absence each and every Saturday. Like a Pavlov’s dog, you’ve really got me trained. I miss your storytelling. I’m a grown woman, doing grown up things (almost) every day and yet here I am wodering, what happened next? What happened after his heart attack? How do they go back to love? How do they go forward towards it?
Anyway, I really hope you are doing well and that you are writing because it would be such a shame if you didn’t, talented as you are. And I hope it brings you joy.
The way things are I doubt I’ll forget about Hearts anytime soon. The impact of your work is too great, connects too deep to just simply detach and move on unknowing. So, I guess I’ll keep writing as I’ll keep wondering, updating every Saturday.