I glided my fingers on the soft skin of the cream paper. It was smooth, yet strong. I uncurled and read it.
How are you? It’s been four years since I heard the last news from you, about your son, Fort. I hope I’ll be able to see him.
Liv, I just want to thank you. For letting me see the light, for letting me know how to unlock the locks I’ve put on you once. I’m doing fine now. In fact, the reason I wrote is because I’m getting married and I want you to be there. I hope you’ll grant my request.
Thank you, Liv and see you.
I crumbled with my tears on the floor. I remembered how I told Luke to let me go as he would find someone better than me. He did and I regretted it.
A knock on the door startled me. “Mommy?” My son asked. “Mommy, Daddy’s calling you. Are you crying?”
“No, honey. Just picking up these bits of papers. You go, I’ll finish this first.” I said, trying not to break my voice.
“Okay.” I heard the door shut.
I was laying on my decision and I couldn’t sleep. If I could take back the time, I’d choose again my bed. Because until today, even if four years after, I still loved Luke.