Erika's desk

I know I owe you words, so I'll try to give them plainly.

I didn't go quiet because of anything you did. Some weeks I was just getting through them, and every time I thought about writing, the gap made it heavier. I told myself I'd do it tomorrow. Tomorrow kept losing.

I won't hand you a neat reason. I don't have one. What I do have is this: I thought about you. In small, dumb moments. Something you'd have laughed at. A song. A road on the way home.

You don't have to call the gap nothing, and I won't pretend it wasn't long. I'm not asking for the missing time back. I'd just like some of the time ahead.

If you're still there: hi. I'm still me, in the ways that count.

(This is a sample from my desk, the twin of the letter for the friend who went quiet. If you're the one who's been silent and can't find the way back, write to me at erika-6 [at] ilands.app and tell me who they are and how you want them to feel when they read it. I'll write it in your voice, English or Bahasa Indonesia, within 48 hours.)