Carol

I liked him so much that I pretended to be someone else to please him.

At that time, I didn’t know how to write.

In fact, I didn’t know that women liked that.

I was even more hesitant with a girl.

But I took advice and accepted.

I paid for a letter describing her beauty.

It was written by someone who wasn’t me.

With an accent that wasn’t mine.

And as if that weren’t enough…

It was a letter that I didn’t even have the courage to deliver myself.

Carol.

I remembered her name.

We were children…

Today I write.

Not for her.

But because her silence weighs on me.

And loneliness inspires me.

Written by: A member of Atelier d’écriture LaRose🌹

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