A letter to a masked girl who doesn’t want to be named

Dearest,

From the time you read the title, you know this is for you. Things are so weird when we grow old (I can’t say grow up because I am still small) right? Funny, when I think about it, how we became close and how time healed us, only to learn that life will break and rip our souls again.

I know you are deeply concerned about me, I thank you for that. You have always been one of the firsts to reach out and ask how I am doing. You never fail to check up on me though I forgot your birthday this year (I am deeply sorry for that, it was all my fault, I was so consumed with all sorts of stuff).

Yes dear friend I am not okay, and I do not know until when this agony of mine will end. On the other hand, I see that broken hearts such as mine opens up our deepest thoughts and we see life in a different point of view. For example, when we live in a city, all we see are cars, people walking fast, dark grayed houses and the like. If we go to a higher place, we see the city in a bigger perspective. Aside from cars, people and houses we notice the blue horizon, the beautiful sunset, the birds flying, we feel the wind on our face and the warmth of the sun against our skin. This leads to a magical feeling of self journey and history is at its full-blown present time.

Last thing I would like to do is spoil your happy time, I know you are so happy. In fact I have never seen you so perked up. Your joy and the love of your life, keep it. Time as always never stops and it will heal me up.

One day, we should meet again, walk over to the foot bridge near Mcdo, with a Red Horse Beer in hand and Chasing Cars in our ears.

Love, Joys

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Forget what we’re told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

Let’s waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?