Year 822, Week 37, Marina
My dearest Castien,
After your response, I can hardly deprive you of seeing your name written as you like. Thank you for sharing. I was anxiously floating in that same manner until I opened your letter. I hope my reply will do the same for you.
The burying of emotions is something I am well acquainted with. It is safer to deny myself the opportunity to feel than to succumb to the calamity that would follow.
To suppress is to be safely on land. To feel is to set sail upon the Heartless Tides. There is a certain longing to venture out onto the sea at times. I imagine this something Gifted wayfarers experience. A deep calling to reach out and grasp the shining horizon with bare hands.
There’s a rope that pulls me to the ledge of letting go. What kind of life is spent in one familiar place, after all? It’s as if my soul begs for variety in the face of contentment. And I deny it. Starve it until it is willowy, thin, and tattered.
Maybe one day the call of the sea will outweigh the comfort of the land. But until then, my emotions will be contained in the confines of parchment and ink. For this feels like dipping my toes in the water at the shoreline. Not safe, but not dangerous either.
We can walk along the beach together, if you like. Your secret is safe with me.
Sincerely,
Wren