It is love month again and I think love is really in the air and people are in the mood for some love.
Yesterday, riding on the bus on my way home, I found a crumpled piece of paper on the seat next to me. A portion of it was a little exposed and my curiosity got the best of me again. No matter how much I told my self not to pick it up, I was not able to resist the temptation. So I picked it up and read it. It has neither an addressee nor the name of the writer. And as I read through it, I realized that it was too general it could be for anyone. I don't know if it's a prank, an open letter or what. It may be left there intentionally for others to see. Lucky for that writer, I found it and now it has find its way to the cyber space. Here's the content of that letter and hopefully, if it is really intended for someone, may that person find this letter's place in his/her heart.
Yesterday, riding on the bus on my way home, I found a crumpled piece of paper on the seat next to me. A portion of it was a little exposed and my curiosity got the best of me again. No matter how much I told my self not to pick it up, I was not able to resist the temptation. So I picked it up and read it. It has neither an addressee nor the name of the writer. And as I read through it, I realized that it was too general it could be for anyone. I don't know if it's a prank, an open letter or what. It may be left there intentionally for others to see. Lucky for that writer, I found it and now it has find its way to the cyber space. Here's the content of that letter and hopefully, if it is really intended for someone, may that person find this letter's place in his/her heart.
"Our fight last night wasn’t as big as the previous ones we had but it made the deepest wound so far. My head was buzzing with thousand questions that I can’t even remember how I fell asleep. All that I remember was that I was crying last night. And when I woke up this morning, I had an aching head and swelling eyes. The only consolation I had, I woke up with you still by my side.
I wonder why you always ask if I really love you whenever we had an argument. Do you really feel that I don’t? I may be narrow-minded as you always tell me, but as far as I know, it doesn't have anything to do with how I feel for you. I do not argue for the sake of arguing or even try to prove you that I was right. I just want you to see things the way I see them. I just want you to know that there’s another side to it, not just your side. And if I do sound like I’m always trying to prove who’s right, I’m sorry. It was never my intention. I just want you to see the bigger picture. And if right now you feel like I am again trying to prove that I’m right or insisting on my side, I’m sorry. If you prefer me to remain silent, then silent I will be. I just wonder how that would help us both grow and know more about each other.
You are the most intelligent person I’ve ever met and I love exchanging ideas with you. I love talking to you. Whenever I remember how I would sometimes fall asleep while talking to you, it always brings smiles in me. One day we’ll both grow old and moving and playing around like young children will no longer be possible. One day, all we will be doing is just sit on our porch or on our couch and talk the whole day through. I look forward to those days; I look forward to those days when I can simply say that I became a better person because of the one who never got tired “arguing” with me - the one who held my hand all through my life.
I know one day we will have our arguments again, petty or big, but I want you to know that it won’t affect how I feel for you – how I love you.
You ask me if I love you, and that question swirled in my head the whole night. It brought me back to our younger days, back when our love was young and new, the days when we don’t ask why or how but simply believe that we “do” love each other. I long for those days. I long for those moments. I wonder what happened to us. Why do we suddenly need proofs now? Is it because of all the mistakes of our yesteryears? Seems we haven’t really let go of the past then.
There’s only one person whose hands I will forever love to hold, one face that I will always love to see before I close my eyes at night and the moment I open it in the morning, one house to come home to and one person to share my love with. If you will still ask me if I love you, then you don’t know that I am talking about you.
If you know who’s the one who really loves you, hurry, I will be waiting for you. You know where to find me."
