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She was about to write him a letter, when she suddenly remembered that she urgently needed to prepare a presentation, then meet with a friend, and then many more important things appeared. Writing the letter was postponed at first every day, then every other day, and finally for a week. Of course, she did not forget about Him, but now she was more often able to cope with her emotions and “switch” her mood. The days no longer seemed so gray and dull, she was caught up in work, friends began calling more often and inviting her to meet. A phone call pulled her out of the flow of information and daily bustle. "Hi, how are you?" - her friend inquired. “Okay. True, I didn’t write a letter, but I feel much better,” she answered in a cheerful voice. “What are you afraid of?” followed the question. “I’m not afraid of anything,” she quickly answered. “I see. I’m glad that your condition has improved and...... it’s your business, your choice, I can’t force you, I just ask you to answer the question. When A splinter gets into your finger, are you going to pull it out or are you going to leave it like that?” “I’m pulling it out, of course,” she blurted out without even thinking. “You yourself answered your question. All your understatement, your resentment is a thorn in you, it’s up to you to pull it out or not. you." "Yes, you're right, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that it will hurt me when I write, much less read the letter out loud. But I'll try." One day she gathered her courage and began to write him a letter, in The lines poured out everything I wanted to say at the meeting, and even more, what I was afraid to say. When she burned it, it seemed to her that there was a piece of herself in the letter, but for some reason she didn’t feel sorry for this piece at all. After the flames completely consumed the leaf, she felt how easy it was to breathe and new energy filled her body. “I love, value and respect myself,” she clearly realized. I picked out the appropriate outfit from the wardrobe of my emotions and went to meet happiness))

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