We can’t do this through letters.
You think the only thing we could share is blood, but we both have feelings, and thoughts, and words. Can’t we share them?
And through our speech-
not our pens, which drain the ache in our voices and hollow out the meaning.
Beleive me, I can try and we would be fine, but it’s your turn. Your turn to fill the ache in our voices and take up space in the meaning.