Sanne woke up cheerfully by the singing of a blackbird who loudly announced a new day. She once stretched out well, got out of bed, quickly dressed, then took a quick breakfast and walked towards the river.
It was spring and the roadsides of the path to the river were exuberantly white with bright colored. White by the numerous fluteherb and yellow by the rapeseed. The fresh green and the colorful spring plants gave Sanne a delightful, cheerful and rash feeling every time. It promised to be a sunny spring day and she kindly waved goodbye to the fisherman, who was setting up his green parasol.
A while ago it had rained a lot and the waxing water had left a trail of garbage in the summer bed of the river.A bright brilliance attracted her attention, and curiously she walked towards it. It was just a small bottle. Very carefully she turned the cap off and peered into the narrow neckline. She saw a tightly rolled piece of paper in it that fell out after a few firm taps.
She unrolled it #papiertje and read:
It was time to onlyVyereafter to go
the old trusted I leftARear
I thank you forAIles what you gave me.
This oneRadical rupture, this drastic change
Was my only solution.
I've thought about it very carefully.En waited long enough;
oneLfor a moment out of love for myself was greater than my fears
She rolled up the little paper with the beautiful handwriting again tightly, put it back in a small bottle, and after she turned the cap back on, she threw it near the fisherman under his umbrella, back into the river.