Veronica's Letter of Heart 1

Dear Boris,

This is the first time I visit my apartment after a long journey to face the life, to face reality that you have gone…

I go inside my apartment. It suddenly feels like a huge room. I should live there alone from now on. I don’t think I could… I can’t… I start to throw away my sheets and my chairs. I don’t need any sheets for my self. I bought all of them for US. For ME and YOU. And it’s just me now. It has lost its function. So I throw it.

These pair of chairs is just useless. I couldn’t keep it here, because the situation will never like before. We used to laugh together when we sit there, we ate breakfast together there, and we spent more time to discuss anything there. But now you are not here for forever. So I decide that these chairs also have lost its function and I should throw it. I had no one to sit with.

Oh, I see the last book that you gave me just before that bombing accident in the chess club. I forgot to read it because of that FBI and the mental problem thing. Now, I will read it… As for what you want me to do. I’ll read it for you, baby… I will…


With Love,


Veronica