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To Whom It May Concern...
7 years ago
(Disclaimer Note: this is a letter-format intended just to showcase my feelings. No names are spoken, no drama is intended. This was merely a form of putting my feelings into words, and letting them shine.)
Dearly beloved,
The clouds up above have been dark and gray almost ceaselessly these last few days, little rays of sunshine poking holes here-and-there to break the monotony of downpours. Such is the land where I live, hot all the time-even in the winter- with heavy rains one moment, then the next you're basking in the radiant warmth of the star shining brightly above. I still laugh when you cry about being too cold where you live, then the next, a sour note about melting in the heat like the Wicked Witch of the West. I could think of no better excuse than to complain of the cold if it meant wrapping myself in your warmth, or sharing a spot under the shade under the blazing heat, expressing both of our displeasures as to the scorching climate together.
I hope to one day visit the lands of your life-the lands of Tolkien, a stones throw of your backyard, and the lands of ancient culture, the sciences, neon lights, robotics, and of their vivid and wild imaginations that we watch and share with one another every day. For now, such a dream would seem impossible, but steps are being taken to make each of our dreams a reality, one step at a time. However, I cannot do it alone, nor would I ever dream of wanting to.
I have walked this earth alone my whole life, shadowed only by those who saw fit to rob and steal from my own pockets, and surrounded by but the fewest of angels that I was gifted to hold. Of all of them, the brightest to shine, with the most magnficent wings and robes of glittering gold...was you. And now, I fear that I am the one who has fallen into your shadow, and pick-pocketed things most precious to you-my hands are stained crimson with a bloodlust that I knew not how to control.
I am guilty of wanting pity, as much as the next man is guilty of a similar crime. All of us on this giant ball of blue and green rock are deserving of it, for what little, or what much we do. I need only learn how not to drown in the shallowest of puddles I have made for myself...
But I cannot learn it -by- myself.
It takes guidance, an offered hand, a symbol of hope for the future, seconds, minutes, hours, days after the fact...but hope will come. Hope is out there, reaching back for us, as we reach out to grasp its hand in the shroud of darkness. I have always viewed you as that hope, and strived to make myself the very same for you.
We have had our faults, our crimes against one another, and I now ask for the very same hands that I hurt, to offer me the compassion I have known these last few months. The mirror I have been staring in is cracked and old, and in desperate need of repairs...but as with all things, time is the hardest factor to compensate for with such regards. And in the end, that is all we could ever truly ask for more of: time, itself.
"What one says isn't the whole truth.
"It's a human weakness.
"They test others to confirm their own existence."
These words resonated with me from a story you wished of me to read. They hold true to my own way of life, my own manner of speech, and of actions taken, and those not taken. I am laying my heart out to be pierced, exposing my greatest weakness of all.
"Anata no koe ga michishirube.
"Kakegae no nai takaramono.
"Namae no nai sora ni watashi wo sagashite."
For what it's worth, I do hope the translations of the song overheard were proper, or else I imagine many laughs will be made over my blatant and foolish attempt to speak a language I know not, that you know. I will accept being laughed at. There are only three words I ever truly need to remember-three words I should be saying to you every single day...
Aishiteru
While I'm no real believer in a deity above, sometimes, even prayers and old texts can provide some of the most profound senses of self-discovery, and atonement. I recently have found such a text, in the most unlikeliest of places that I would search. As it states...
Corinthians 13:4-8 (New International Version)
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
"Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away."
I think it's time this letter drew to a close. I have said my peace, and made true my hearts' intentions for all to bare. From the bottom of my heart, my soul...
Aishiteru
P.S.: Writing from the heart without writing drawn-out pretenses is some rough work. Writing has always been one of our best forms of communication, involving our characters and their world. I would like to share that again, more often than before; our collaboration was always a high-point to my days, and I wish for us to bask in that warmth forever more. I want to restart that life I forfeited and wish you a "Good Morning/Good Night" every day.
Dearly beloved,
The clouds up above have been dark and gray almost ceaselessly these last few days, little rays of sunshine poking holes here-and-there to break the monotony of downpours. Such is the land where I live, hot all the time-even in the winter- with heavy rains one moment, then the next you're basking in the radiant warmth of the star shining brightly above. I still laugh when you cry about being too cold where you live, then the next, a sour note about melting in the heat like the Wicked Witch of the West. I could think of no better excuse than to complain of the cold if it meant wrapping myself in your warmth, or sharing a spot under the shade under the blazing heat, expressing both of our displeasures as to the scorching climate together.
I hope to one day visit the lands of your life-the lands of Tolkien, a stones throw of your backyard, and the lands of ancient culture, the sciences, neon lights, robotics, and of their vivid and wild imaginations that we watch and share with one another every day. For now, such a dream would seem impossible, but steps are being taken to make each of our dreams a reality, one step at a time. However, I cannot do it alone, nor would I ever dream of wanting to.
I have walked this earth alone my whole life, shadowed only by those who saw fit to rob and steal from my own pockets, and surrounded by but the fewest of angels that I was gifted to hold. Of all of them, the brightest to shine, with the most magnficent wings and robes of glittering gold...was you. And now, I fear that I am the one who has fallen into your shadow, and pick-pocketed things most precious to you-my hands are stained crimson with a bloodlust that I knew not how to control.
I am guilty of wanting pity, as much as the next man is guilty of a similar crime. All of us on this giant ball of blue and green rock are deserving of it, for what little, or what much we do. I need only learn how not to drown in the shallowest of puddles I have made for myself...
But I cannot learn it -by- myself.
It takes guidance, an offered hand, a symbol of hope for the future, seconds, minutes, hours, days after the fact...but hope will come. Hope is out there, reaching back for us, as we reach out to grasp its hand in the shroud of darkness. I have always viewed you as that hope, and strived to make myself the very same for you.
We have had our faults, our crimes against one another, and I now ask for the very same hands that I hurt, to offer me the compassion I have known these last few months. The mirror I have been staring in is cracked and old, and in desperate need of repairs...but as with all things, time is the hardest factor to compensate for with such regards. And in the end, that is all we could ever truly ask for more of: time, itself.
"What one says isn't the whole truth.
"It's a human weakness.
"They test others to confirm their own existence."
These words resonated with me from a story you wished of me to read. They hold true to my own way of life, my own manner of speech, and of actions taken, and those not taken. I am laying my heart out to be pierced, exposing my greatest weakness of all.
"Anata no koe ga michishirube.
"Kakegae no nai takaramono.
"Namae no nai sora ni watashi wo sagashite."
For what it's worth, I do hope the translations of the song overheard were proper, or else I imagine many laughs will be made over my blatant and foolish attempt to speak a language I know not, that you know. I will accept being laughed at. There are only three words I ever truly need to remember-three words I should be saying to you every single day...
Aishiteru
While I'm no real believer in a deity above, sometimes, even prayers and old texts can provide some of the most profound senses of self-discovery, and atonement. I recently have found such a text, in the most unlikeliest of places that I would search. As it states...
Corinthians 13:4-8 (New International Version)
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."
"Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away."
I think it's time this letter drew to a close. I have said my peace, and made true my hearts' intentions for all to bare. From the bottom of my heart, my soul...
Aishiteru
P.S.: Writing from the heart without writing drawn-out pretenses is some rough work. Writing has always been one of our best forms of communication, involving our characters and their world. I would like to share that again, more often than before; our collaboration was always a high-point to my days, and I wish for us to bask in that warmth forever more. I want to restart that life I forfeited and wish you a "Good Morning/Good Night" every day.
