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Kathleen’s eyes widened listening to her. The words felt like stabbing her heart with a sharp knife. She stood from the couch and said “What! No. I can’t. How can I do that? It’s because of him, I achieved everything. I can’t let him go easily.” 

“You can’t stay forever thinking only about him and his letters. You have things to do. Think about them. We don’t know what happened to him or why he stopped writing the letters to you. You should move on.” 

“What if I move on and he again starts writing the letters?” Kathleen asked with tears in her eyes. 

“Then we can know what exactly is running in his mind.” 

Kathleen didn’t reply anything to her. She too started thinking about it. She knew she couldn’t stay like that forever. She has to move on. She has to continue what she started and shouldn’t end her journey. A tear drop rolled down her cheek while thinking about everything. 

Nina held her hand and said “He is the reason for your success. Don’t make him the reason for your failure too.” 

“I don’t want to make him as the reason for my failure.” 

“What will you do? Will you let him go?” Nina asked looking into Kathleen’s eyes. 

“I love him and because of that I can’t let him go. And because I love him I have to walk in the path he showed me. He has given me beautiful memories and they will last forever. Those are enough for me.”

Nina didn’t understand her clearly. Kathleen hugged Nina and strolled to the bedroom. She sat on the bed and kept thinking about her friend’s words. She then decided to focus on her career. She knew she couldn’t forget everything at once but she decided to control herself from all the thoughts. Before that she thought to do something. She took a paper and started writing.

Dear Stranger,

Doing my boring work, walking in safe paths, thinking about the future and repeat. It was my life till I met you. Of course not in person, but your every letter made me feel your presence. You introduced me taking risks, working on my interests and made me live in the present. You made me realize my worth, my dream and everything I’m capable of. 

I’m thankful to you for the encouragement, which helped me accomplish my impossible dream. I’m thankful to you for motivating me in my difficulties and filling me with never give up attitude. I’m thankful to you for showing care and presenting a locket which made me look grand. I’m thankful to you for every word, every sentence and every letter you wrote for me. But I would have felt happier if you had given me a chance to thank you for your love. 

I don’t know why you wrote the letters for me. Perhaps, I may never know. But your every word made me fell for you. I LOVE YOU my dear stranger. And because I love you I cannot make you as the reason for my failure. 
You never discovered my love. And you will never discover it. This is my love for you which remains undiscovered.

With love,  

Kathleen.

Wiping her tears she crushed the paper and threw into the dustbin. It felt like it was not the paper she threw there, but her feelings. She then strolled to the shelf where the envelope’s box was placed. She took it and said looking at it “I have to move on stranger.”  

She put the box away from her sight and decided to not open it again. She then started focusing on her career. 

 

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