As I wrote the letter it ceased being paper and ink and became the cries of a mourning soul screaming to the heavens without pride or prejudice in the most eloquently beautiful way. As I read the words of my soul again and again I became humble and as I stood in the street I set my soul on fire facing the western sky and let go. I let go and prayed. The love I needed I was given. Not by another but from the heavens above. True unadulterated love and serenity. Sometimes what we want and need are two completely different things. We have to let go. Of our pride, our wants, and have faith. At this moment, I'm at peace. Without malice, desire, lust, or regret. I'm free, and exactly how I'm meant to be... :)