Hey, Dear..
I heard that a door opens. A door of your dreams. Well, one of. Because I know it is not your favourite door. I know you are confused at this moment. To go or not to go.

Well, Honey..
Give me your hand. Let me hold yours.
We will open the electronic paper together. You type. Because it is yours. And I will type, if you are in doubt. We will type this together, Sweetheart.

We will type this. We will share our days while we are waiting for the response of our writings. I will give you my ears, and my laugh, and my smile, and my hand holding your hands. I will hear all of your old stories. The same stories you keep in your head and in a little thing on your chest. About your dreams, about your fear, about how confuse you are to deal with this and that.

No, you will not discomfort me. You won't. So, if it is not necessary, let it be only me who gives you those ears.

vrdf