Whenever I read your letter, I feel so light
and happy and dreamy again, completely forgetting
that I am, well, not in my "swing out sister" mode...
However, after reading it, reality will sink in,
as if it punched me in my stomach,
making me throw up the "happy swing out sister" mode I felt moments ago.
The letter is from the past.
It won't ever come back.
It won't ever come true.