Letters of love

Previously

…I watched until it disappeared into the darkness, a solitary prayer echoing in the stillness of the room. My heart, so recently a tempest, now settled into a fragile, hopeful calm. I had cast my lot. I had sent my heart’s outcry into the world, a desperate gambit born of love and despair. Now, all that remained was to wait, and to pray that the wings of a small wooden bird could carry the truth of my soul to the woman who had captured it.