Letters to Bear

Knowing.

Dear Bear,

It’s weird not knowing you. Not knowing how you’ll smile at me.

It’s like the summer before a new school year with the anticipation of meeting your new teacher. Once that first day is over, you can never go back to not knowing. Their face is no longer anonymous. Their voice can no longer be unfamiliar. They become a person, not a daydream.

We’re in the state of in-between. The state of wondering. The state of not knowing.

But one day, some day, I’ll forget the wondering and there will be only knowing.

See you soon.

 

 

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