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Words contain within themselves the curious power to store our feelings. They sometimes become guardians of our never-revealed secrets, our silenced pains and our forbidden loves. Words are also an escape. While a Queen suffers from her broken heart, the uncertainty of fate and a love sustained in memories, her words compose letters destined for a Savior who may never receive them. Maybe.
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“I don't even know where to start. The first time I heard about these letters, I was on a call with Mirian and she read it to me. Soon after, I was surprised by a very special — and completely unexpected — call and you shared the idea with me, breaking my heart with each new letter. Just now you said that you didn't think it was too sad and I have to disagree. Sadness is, in its various forms, relative. It doesn't have to end in a tragedy to be something sad and, often, it doesn't even need an "unhappy" ending to be sad. Sadness was present in every word of this one, dear. He was present in the pain, in the uncertainty, in the fear, in the goodbyes, in the feelings kept secret. It was present in the stubborn tears of Regina, Emma, mine and a lot of other people who will cry when reading, when feeling. It caught my sister's attention, how a seven-year-old girl managed to feel exactly every little thing you wanted to say. Sadness is not always a bad thing. Sometimes it comes dressed in hope, love, reciprocity. Leaving those we love free to follow their own paths is not easy and is not always the best thing to do. But we need to allow this to happen, let go to see the desire to return. Letting go knowing that we will be waiting, no matter how painful and sad each day leading up to the return is. Sadness can also be happy. This is contradictory, I know. But it's still true for me. You have an incredible mind, a transcendental sensitivity and intensity and I am a very happy — and lucky — person for every time you share your fragments, sometimes entire ones, with me. I don't say just for this one, but for all the others. It is extremely gratifying to lose myself in the universes you create and feel everything in your skin. I hope and ask the Goddess to never allow this gift of hers to be lost from you, to always continue to create, enchant, feel. And I also ask that She allows me to read, enchant and feel all that come. You will always have my encouragement, whether in fanfics or originals — I can't wait for you to publish an original so that I can form a fan club asking for adaptations. Thank you for sharing this with me, Layla. You are more than incredible.”
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