X sat alone in the silence, looking at her picture. He believed in his heart that she could hear and see the words that he had begun to type. With each word he put onto the page, he believed it more and more. He believed that she was aware of everything now. Wherever she was, it was a place of peace. She knew that he spoke to her often in his mind. He asked her questions when he feared something or had doubts in his life. She was always there, in his conciousness to give the right answers or the right direction to pursue. She had become the voice of reason in his mind.
He had begun the letter because he needed her help again. He needed to relive the events that had taken place in the past thirteen years of his life. He needed her strength, knowledge and support to do this. He couldn't do it alone. He knew that it would be difficult at times, perhaps even more difficult than the events themselves, but they had to do it because he couldn't go on with his life the way it had been going. He had never tried to work things out in his head and the sadness had continued to pile up. It was taking him down further and further each day.
On this particular day while looking at her picture, he had decided to begin the process of accepting to move on with his life. He knew that he would never completely forget everything that had happened. In a way, he hoped he wouldn't. In overcoming and accepting these life challenges, he knew it would make him a stronger and more humble person.
Y knew he had to write the Story of X from a deep need to tell. Y began to type.
"I'm sitting here in looking at your picture. I believe in my heart that you can hear and see the words that I am typing."
The first words appeared on the page. The process had begun.
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