Sunday, November 15, 2009

Dear You,

I thought I’d write about you today, but all I ended up with is a blank page.

It’s difficult to write about you. You are different. At times, it’s easy to know what’s on your mind, and at times, you just disappear into your own world of oblivious silence, where no one can reach you.

I know you are a nice boy. And I know, in my heart of hearts, that I really like you for who you are.

I don’t know if you are special. I have no idea if this “feeling” will still be the same 5 years or 5 weeks down the lane. But I know that in your subtle and quiet way, you’ll feature in my thoughts occasionally.

I don’t know if there’s a reason behind our chance acquaintance. I don’t know if there is something that He wishes to bring to pass through “us”.

All that I know is that there’s something that attracts me to you.

Don’t ask me what it is because I don’t know.

This is beautiful, whatever it is. I hope it remains this way forever.