Dear You,
Hi! Guess that would be the first thing to say if I'd see you again, so I'll probably say it here as well. My Good ol' friend.
Life has gone crazy-lonely and happy kind of ride, but I want you to know that all is well, somehow.
But I also want you to know that some days, I just wanted to cry on your shoulder, I wanted to run to you and pour my emotions. Some days I am overwhelmed by so many things and I just missed you. But most of the days are finely done with nostalgic fragments of you.
But there are days when it is not about life, but it is just about you. Like those questions that were never asked. Those words that were never said. Those answers that were never given, because the question was never asked.
And for all the times that I took my time to stall, to learn, to heal, and to find myself, here is what I've learned: "Taking your time is a good thing. But the sad part when you take your time is that sometimes you loose the patience of the one you love and they eventually change their minds."
But as what I've said - "If we are to collect stones, how will we know which one to throw?
And if we are all graphites,
How will we know which one will turn into diamonds?"
And you are that one pebble that I'll be trading all my diamonds.
And it won't matter if you won't glitter.
I've known since I was young that perfection is a matter of acceptance.
And I've accepted all your flaws since the day you shattered all the walls, letting me inside your soul.
And if all the world is beautiful as sunsets and shooting stars,
I would only ever want to draw them on the sand and let them be washed away by the waves, and do it over again, if only you'd be with me in every creation of those dreams.
But time speaks.
And will speak of it again.
For all the times I looked away from your eyes, forgive me, I'm just scared that I might not be able to take my eyes off you.
For all the times that I runaway from you, forgive me, I'm just too scared you might take my breath away.
And for all the times that I never dared to jump, forgive me, I'm just scared to fall...in love.
And if good things take time...
You are that one good thing I'm willing to wait for the rest of my life.
And no, time won't change my mind.
So if you'll be able to read this, which is I know, will not...
You won't know it anyway.
Atleast I tried to tell you how I feel about you through these unsent letters.
Love,
Me
Footnotes:
A hiraeth for an Epochal chapter of my life that happened not so long ago but seemed like a thousand forgotten years already. And the unsent letters do exist here in my blog, but all in enigmatic and ambiguous way like Fofo, and buffalo wings.