AMELIA
Electronic love letters. Hundreds of them. Each day a different confession but all having few things in common. Regrets, apologies, sorrow. Faith, hope, honesty. Promises, desire, love. He loved me and he loved our son. He was longing for us, begging for forgiveness and a second chance. He wanted to start over and just be with us. I slid down to the floor and hugged myself around my knees. Tear waterfalls were streaming down my cheeks. I was so overjoyed to learn that he still loved me. I was so proud of his transformation – trying to recognize people with lower rank, supporting my goal of gender equality, restoring my art. And yet I wanted to die out of shame. He was waiting for me every day. And I… He forced me to leave him due to false accusations of being a cheater and, in the
