Dear Well Wisher, : She asked me today how we should not hold on to thoughts and change each other. It may sound obvious but maybe being held back is sometimes what I need. : (Read full letter in caption) Dear well wisher, I sometimes think if you wonder your wishes never find the most potent reply from my end. But I feel they do find home in my thoughts. I have been struggling with the definition of love these days. It is not something I am used to but have known my whole life; struggle. Every possible permutation of thought, action, obsession, and sadness defines love for me. It's existence though is as unnoticed as an Oxford Comma in my sentences. It's there but you need to look for it when said, else, it's just there. Struggle is somewhat similar to love for me, I plunge and resurface every other day to understand it's nuances a bit more. My drudge in both pain and happiness differentiate my ideals and choices. What I miss is a balance, I am either in one and out of the other or vice-versa, never together or separate; just the right amount.
