Short Story Series: 'A Letter To Alice' 004 (semi-finale).

Timi,
     I had a dream. In my dream, there was a man in his 50s, sipping a cup of ginger tea one evening -just before the sun thought about going down. He sat on a chair in his backyard, reading a book about love and life. One moment, he smiled, sipped some tea again, then continued to read. Well, his house was small and quiet; there were electric power and food. Apparently, he had been there within the fences for weeks. I could tell this from the ease in his smile and peace in his mind.
     That man, Tim, was you. I was not sleeping when I had this dream; I was only thinking of you in a good light. Don't bother about dying -we all will die someday, anyway. Don't fear that you'll exit the world without anyone knowing. There are a good number of people that will always value you, and I'm one. I'll notice if only I would be alive by then, too. Smiles.

     Tim, life doesn't have to be a bed of roses, just a strand of hope is good enough. I'm still on your side. I have got your back. If tomorrow will run fast enough, like a stallion on a mission, soon, we'll both see how good the story you imagined would end. It'll end, anyway.
     Don't... You can't afford to do anything. I know I can only imagine your life, but we all are challenged, and the good news is: We are all getting better. I do not say this to underrated the seriousness of your troubles, I just want you to know that we can still survive. So, try to talk yourself into the positive. I know you are trying.

     It was not you that wrote the previous letter, I know. You may not know. Let me tell you. It was depression that was speaking; it was not you. You are valuable and loved. I am positive for you no matter what. When you doubt your beauties, tell me, I'll believe them for you. When you hate yourself, tell me, I'll love you for us. When I feel bad that I'm not doing enough, that I'm not calling enough or writing often, remind me, Timi, please remind me I'm yet only human. And, when I fall short of your expectations, ask me to try to rise if I still can, just like I am asking you to try to win your fight for us.
     The dream assures me that, come what may, you'll live a little longer and grow old. It assures me that you'll be satisfied, if not very very happy. Life is not always fun -you know better. But, you can be happy, believe me. Many times, life is a battle where you can decide to take a break from fighting sometimes -just to ignore your troubles, and rest.
I love you dearly Timi. I used to be scared, and I somewhat am, but I trust you won't be selfish enough to allow depression to win this fight. I love you more today.

     I know you have fears... I did not seem to understand what kind of family this old man had living with him in my dream. I don't think there is a certain meaning to that. I believe it means that many of these are choices that lie in your hands. Moreover, your satisfaction would still come well, nonetheless, come what may.
     Let us be positive. Let us not get tired of hoping, of trusting, of loving, of living. We have to live, and we have to live our own lives. Let us not chose death when we have life, for when we finally die old, we don't get the chance to choose to live our lives once again. You have me and I love you.

It's me, your darling,
ALICE Anderson.

Expect the Episode Finale of 'A Letter To Alice' short story series next week Friday. Make sure you leave a comment on the story so far, include your name if you don't mind, and look forward to another amazing short story series.