I opened the letters

Dear Delyara, I didn’t leave them on the side pretending that dread was a form of preparation. I didn’t let vagueness grow claws in my body for one more week. I sat down and opened them. It was not pleasant. It was adult in the least glamorous way. And still, when I was done, I felt lighter. Because fear feeds on closed envelopes. Truth does not always feel good, but it has edges, and edges are easier to live with than atmosphere. That is what made this feel like success. Not relief. Reality.