2013 27 Abril 2030
"It is cruel you know that music should be so beautiful...the cruel of beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony." B. Britten
To Someone,
I’d
like to thank you for the happiness you’ve brought me. You probably don’t know
how much you’ve made me happy, even if it’s for very few and short moments.
Sometimes it’s the short but very sweet junctures in life that makes memories
worth remembering, because they’re very unadulterated and knowing we’ll never
recreate them, rare and unique. I don’t know what has gotten into me; I’m usually
not this dramatic. I’ve spent my whole adult life knowing and
being on my own, even when I was with someone. But I think years will
eventually make the hardest man miss what he doesn’t have. Maybe I’m just
getting soft. Or is it just you?
I usually don’t meet women like
you. I’ve met many gorgeous women, some of them even made me feel like they’re
flying over me. But you, you’re one of a kind. Your simplicity, your honesty, your
unpretending smile. They make a story someone wants to dream of when they go to
sleep. They make the smell of home that people want to linger and forget about how
far away home really is. Home where one doesn’t have to pretend, where someone
feels familiar and loved, where the world don’t revolve above but around you. I
honestly don’t even like blondes, but your long tresses, simply wrapped with
black tie made me feel like I’ve not seen any fairer. Your simple blue eyes,
your face without makeup or your lips without a tinge of artificial color. Your
skin is bare, blemished by the days you’ve spent in the sun made me feel like I’ve
never since seen a more perfect complexion. But the most beautiful part, the
part that one cannot describe in words is your personality. You are a gem in a
sea of people who live in modernity, who live without living and think without thinking.
Your kind words and your honest smile woke me up from sleep I thought I would
never wake. True kindness, in a world full of pretense. The way that you are
put together, it seems I’ve never seen a more prefect composition, put so ever
carefully together.
For those very few hours I’ve felt
like I could touch infinity. I haven’t felt like this in a very long time.
Thank you. And yet these are probably the very same qualities and the feeling
you give to your better half that have kept you into his arms a long time since. I’ve
got to admit, I haven’t felt disappointed in forever; knowing the happiness you
bring belongs to someone else. But my face didn’t betray the pang of discovery
did it? I have never felt this ashamed to like someone. How could I be this stupid to think you'd still not be taken? I'm sorry if this letter is coming to you from virtually a stranger, stranger hoping you felt the same? Guilty for selfish feelings.
This brief summer I’ve felt with you will make me warm during winter.
And that is enough for me. That is probably where you belong, in a section of
one’s thought, where it’s cozy, places of memory lane where we visit when we
need it most. Sometimes we don’t remember the details, but we remember the
feeling. Thank you for making me feel alive and myself again. And your friendly and kind words, are advises a friend would always remember. I think that is
the sacrifice of knowing these feelings: knowing such great elation and yet
parting knowing you may never feel the same again. Good bye.
In appreciation,
My Foolish Sentiments
