More than a storm, a perfect Storm, will be like that foreve

It really aches, It's like a part of my soul got tored. However, for the first time in my years they came out.. feelings. I didn't lost them as I thought. So for that, I am grateful.
For the first time in years, I was able to write with my heart (well... most of it). I wonder if that letter will get to be read... no it doesn't matter anymore, because the solely existence of that letter proves that I will be able to get on my own feet again.

I grew up a little more once again, Hope deserves to be treasured