My Little Brown Book of Fears, Tears, Et Cetera

It was a year since he had gone. He just disappeared one day, and inside she saw herself crouched in the bottom corner of her soul, screaming silently, Dont leave me, please love me! For many months, she had wanted to ball up like an unborn baby and stay inside of her soul. She wanted to withdraw her membership in the human race. Maybe all of our training and talk about love were lies told to us as children, to keep us from despair. Maybe there is no love in the world, she thought. She pulled the old, ragged letter from the top vanity drawer. It was a year old now and still no address to mail it to.