Happenstance

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