High Above The Stars
Dear friend,
This will be a fairly short letter compared to the last one I wrote because it's getting late now and I am feeling more tired than usual. Earlier tonight, I was driven by a friend of mine who I'm not quite sure you know but to briefly describe, is an incredibly amicable and honest person who never fails in providing a sense of refreshment to whomever he meets and befriends; I feel that you two would get along well.
Nonetheless, we talked to each other about what it means to genuinely take care of one's well-being be fore attempting to care for another's, we talked about how people tend to do more than they can actually do; causing them to be so spread thin trying to care for everyone and end up with little to no love left for themselves.
This especially true when we may find someone that we've completely fallen in love for, despite the insecurities and painful memories that we still hold onto within our aging hearts.
He reminded me of how crucial it is to seek out experiences of progressive healing through meaningful solitude, isolation that may cause us to disconnect with society but also allow us to reconnect with our inner self, one that at this moment, might deserve more time and attention than you've been giving it.
These letters that are incredibly personal to me are written because I feel that with every word and metaphor, I am able to reveal some of the lingering feelings that I still find embedded in my fragile skin; aching and desiring to be noticed by you.
But if even you look the other way and not once write a single letter back, I will understand.
I just hope you know that I cared for you then the same way I care for you now, even if I never receive the same in return; I have faith that these words are meant for something and that one day, you will believe that too.
Until then,


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