i got a letter today. just the envelope by itself triggered the tears, because even suppressed swedes can sometimes feel too much. i opened the letter and put it in my bag, to read it on the overground, again. the letter was from someone who know me better than i knew, better than i ever thought someone would know me. the letter was nostalgic in a sense, but in the same time it was more about the future than the past. it spoke of a time that is coming, a time of difficult decisions and with the highest of probibility a time of a lot of hurt feelings, but also a time to live and a time to dance. in a time of leopard shoes and boys that don't mean a thing and smoke and night buses, for the first time, i felt that there really is more. this is not all. there is more.
i can't answer the letter, i don't have paper and i don't have a pen, i don't even have an address, but i want you to know that i love you none the less. i love you. you know me well enough to know that i wouldn't say that if it wasn't real, if i didn't really mean it. i love the way you see people, i love the way you put words to feelings in a way everyone should envy, i love the fact that you want to be my friend. i love you with the same burning force that we both see and hear and feel in music, just like you described it. and dear friend, i have never missed you like i missed you today. know that you are important, that you are loved, that you are good. even if i'm hundreds of miles away i am still your friend and i will be until you ask me not to be. know that and follow your own advice and go after the opportunities, one day you'll be on top of the world.
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