my persons, my words.

Words are just glorious, whether thought of, spoken, or written. They are just beyond our imagination. And yet we try to reach that level of imagination to produce the words that we feel for a person, or a thing… or just feelings in general. And as these words are written, spoken, or thought of, they fly. These amazing words fly into the sidereal and unleash their magic, falling into the ears and minds of the humans that were meant to know them.

You may be wondering why on earth I’m writing to you. You don’t even know who I am, or if this letter was directed to you, much less know how I write. If you did know, then you would at least have a clue. Yet you don’t. And I’m glad. The only thing you may know is the fact that I chose you to write to. But I guess that’s more than obvious, since you’re already reading this letter. Yes, this letter is odd. More like, “out of the blue”. But there’s always a day in which one wishes to reveal one’s true feelings to a significant other. And when one does, it’s truly gratifying knowing you said what you said. And that what you said was exactly what you meant. And that what you meant was something grand.

Given that the world is getting close to that day in February when the human race goes upside-down due to love, public displays of affection, the color red, and gifts, I thought I’d put some words on paper to show that not only friends and lovers give and receive. But to show that strangers can also make the air smell sweet and love-like to those who receive their mysterious treasures.

Since you know not of me, I just thought I’d write and deliver you these words I wish to preach, as powerful, long, or boring, as they may seem.

It’s hard for me to write to you. Yes, random thought. But it’s quite a difficulty, for I don’t know what you feel, or if you do feel at all. Or what you think of many controversial issues like a black president in the White House, abortion, religion, and love. But I guess I’ll just write what I wish for someone to tell me, and maybe you’ll love it.  

I’d love for someone to tell me that he or she loves me. To read those longing words spread out on paper, where all the scribbles and doodles on the corner of each page will say a story of the thoughts that person had right before writing those amazing words. However, to be able to hear or read that from someone, one must have history. And that’s just something we lack. We have history. I believe everyone does, whether the only thing registered on file is a “hello” at seven in the morning while entering school. Still, we don’t have that deep history lovers possess.

So due to this, I will preach softer words, ones you will digest properly.

It’s something about your eyes, and their color. That deep dark color that makes them abundant in depth. There have been times when I’ve gotten lost in them. But then your eyes smiled, letting out a beautiful light that guided me back to shore. You never noticed when I got disoriented. You were always too busy to notice the little things and feelings that went around you. But that’s one of the wrong things I so rightfully like about you, because it means you will never get to know who I am.

Through your eyes I was able to see your soul, and that’s when I put all the puzzle pieces together of the way you are, and why you are such way. It was confusing yet admiring. I was experienced enough to touch your soul now, in those infinitesimal moments when you would let your mind wonder off into space. And those were the moments when I noticed your soul was sweet, genuine yet scared. That to be able to let your true self out, years and decades of friendship would have to pass by first…

And that’s when my wall went up. Because I was trying to get close to you… for you to willingly let me in. But you never did. And so here I am, a stranger letting you know its true sentiments.

Truth is, it’s never too late. You’re imperfect, in many other ways than the ones you may be thinking of right now. Yet there’s someone in the world who’s thinking that all those imperfections just add up to your true perfection, because no one is able to be perfect without little deformities here and there. So try to look for that person that wants to fill in your heart of smiles. Don’t close doors, even if affairs or relationships aren’t what you’re seeking. Give chances, and you’ll receive many treasures, ones you would have never been able to receive with your doors close shut. Live! Experience! That’s what the world’s all about. Live your life so a long time from now you only regret the things you did, and not the things you weren’t able to do, or the feelings you didn’t let yourself feel.

So I believe that’s it. I’ve said what I wish to say. Maybe it’s not what you expected, but at least someone took time off and wrote you something meaningful that maybe no one has.

I hope this letter serves as something, whether it serves as being just a letter, or a counselor, or a revealer, or whatever you may want it to be. Maybe in the future it will serve as something, if not already. Just don’t try to find out who I am. You’ll fail. I can bet you that. You already think I’m someone I’m not. So please don’t try.

And don’t flaunter these words. In my world, they’re considered treasures, and one doesn’t flaunter treasures. You keep them close to your heart, or somewhere similar.

Until so soon.

It’s odd how things may happen, specially that mysterious thing or feeling some call “love”.