Dear Unknown You,
My last letter to you was dated August 4th which shows the kind of time that has passed. It’s been more than half a year and I do not know how much time still awaits. If you really do detest reading, you can now paint a smile on your face. This is the last letter of the series unless something happens and I end up writing more.
I myself do not really know what made me type this letter up after such a helluva long time. When I started this letter series, I didn’t know what I was going to share or where it would lead to. A lot has happened since the time I wrote my very first letter to you and if you’ve sincerely read it so far, you might already know a lot more about me than perhaps my mind sometimes knows about itself.
We’re not perfect; none of us are because if perfection existed, there would perhaps be too many people flocking for the rare breeds. Definitely, I would not be one of them because I’ve always been an ordinary flaw. Sometimes, I think if it is okay to be a flaw. You know, I’ve met a lot of people who don’t really know me and they often ask me what makes me so happy. It both saddens me and makes me happy because while I do wear a happy heart, I am often the reason for my own mood swings, which by the way can be too terrible. Methinks, it should not scare you now because some of the letters gave you a first hand account of what my moods are.
I do not know where we are headed or where we will stand or what we are going to be like or what it is going to feel like. Right now, there are more questions in my mind than words in the Oxford dictionary but perhaps, it will all fall in place. I trust God to give me the story I deserve because good or bad, stories always tell a tale.
Yes, there’re a lot of things you need to know as the clock plays tick and tock, we shall share more than just time. If there’s one thing I am sure of myself, it is the honesty which the heart shall wear. We all have secrets, don’t we? There’re things we all go through in life; not all can be shared, but I am sure, something will come of everything.
I might not be making much sense, but you need to know this is the true sense. Sometimes, it is being senseless and knowing that you carry no sense which makes people see the person you truly are. I’ve always craved for my yesterday, the comfort it gave, the moments I made. Maybe, tomorrow shall someday be the yesterday I would relive on a today.
Letters speak so much more than the words typed in them because there is a story behind every line, a hidden tear or a silent smile. By the time we will know each other, maybe, I shall no longer need to type it all up or may be I will do because I’ve never written anything for someone I didn’t want to.
My letters are a part of me, they show who I am, they bear not just my words, but the thoughts that make me smile and even the ones that create a dark rampage in my mind. Life is beautiful, all we need to do is see it with the right pair of eyes.
I may be a mess at times, but I know, I will sail because good or bad, it all passes away. Somehow, the sound of the clock sometimes suffocate me, the winds of change do unsettle me, but maybe, when the time comes, it shall all look the way it is supposed to.
There’s so much more to tell and share, but the time is still to come. This series is now bidding you a final adieu with the hope that you shall know me much more. I believe very strongly in Destiny, stars and fate and we will all get what we truly deserve. Yes, some stories do not end, some do not even start, some we concoct, some we merely imagine and some happen and end.. Regardless, every tale tells, lives and remains.
They say, we should serve the daintiest last to make the end most sweet. I do not know, what this is; an end or a start? Methinks, I’ve always been bad at this.. spotting the colors and so I often end up being a fool; imagining things a lot more than what they are, being a fool too many times, Believing in promises that were meant to break, chasing things I knew would never stay, but then God made me and I guess He had a reason to do so. I am working on learning to love the Brand of Me which I am and Oh there’re days where I am so peppy that happiness could be me. So, we’re going to have a lot of stories to share.
An endless myriad of tales
Sits inside this tiny heart
Answers, there seem to be none
Yet, I feign a smile
Because I know
All that begins must end
Just like every end
Shall kickstart another tale
Sometimes, the smile I wear
Is brighter than the northern star
Not pretty, but an ordinary face
Like a tiny snowflake
I quietly observe
Making more of things
Than what they are
Not perfect, by a long shot
Swinging at extremes
And with a big fat heart
The mess I am
Is hard to handle
I do not know where we stand
But perhaps, we shall go too far
Because, even when there is
The Fault In The Stars
The story lives for that brief span
Which is a second for some
But a forever for others
I wear my heart on my sleeves
And I shall try and smile
Even if it feels too dark
Now, you know a lot
May you know some more
When our paths do cross
Let us share the smile
Who knows what shall happen with time!
It’s both a start and a goodbye!
Signing off for the last time in this series,
[October 29th, 2013 – March 3rd, 2015]
A series that spanned One and a Half Year and documented so much more than just words. My moods, my stories, some incredible moments, some half tales, some dark days, some beautiful times!
Life is so much more than a boring show!