Dreamer

How can I know for sure that this time he will even receive my letter or answer it, she questions. She gets up and walks a few steps, picks up a poppy flower and starts to strip off the leaves.

He loves me, loves me not

She strips off the petals of the flower and sighs. She lifts her face to the heavens and presses the ring to her chest, squeezing her eye lids very hard, holding it with strength...