The Warmth

Preciously, I lay it on top of the stack of letters in the desk drawer. Impressive how a handmade card can mean so much to me. We have gotten really close over the past eight months, although we have never actually met each other. We share a unique bond filled with trust and honesty. She may be the closest friend I ever had, and the best thing that has ever happened to me. She’s turning every shade of grey into colours, as her name connotes. I appreciate every consolation, encouragement and motivation received. Inspired by her, I’m pretty much an optimist at present. I start to view things from a different perspective. However lightly, it helps to control my obsessive-compulsive disorder. What’s more, I now spare some time doing stuff I have never done before. My life is gradually gaining substance. Someday, when the time is right, I would love to meet her in person.