Hey friends, take a look at my letter.
Jane Doe
It is another lonesome day without knowing your whereabouts. Another day passes, and I'm left wondering where you are. How did your day go? I want to know how you are doing, what happens in your world, what makes you happy or sad. Are you holding up well?
My day felt like a waste of time. Every millisecond, second, minute, and hour came back with a reminder that something was amiss. It felt like a thrown boomerang into time that brings back the unfortunate report of pain. How can I send love and receive fragments of my heart in return?
I went into the vault of time, only to find out that you had left home and never returned, in search of fortune. It was said that you were pressurized to feel that it was timely for you to bring home the one you were meant to be with, not the one you saw, but the one you were drawn to. Yet, my eyes have waited the longest to see the one the Creator made from my side.
Report has it that He, the Creator, created you to please my eyes and haunt my mind. I would have said that is not true, but my mind is already troubled without the light in my eyes beholding the garden of flowers that you carry in your face.
Time and again, I kept thinking there could be something I did wrong that keeps us far from meeting each other. But what is wrong with me that cannot be fixed by what is right with me? Am I not ready to receive you? Or are you testing my patience, refining me for what's to come? Or should I try other places, any of my choice, to see if something good comes out of it?
It could be that I had come across you in my little travels of life without knowing you were the one meant to make me feel fulfilled. Maybe you were right before me, under my nostrils, and I smelt you not. How can you recognize what you sensed, but your eyes couldn't see?
I am never going to believe my eyes when my mind and imagination are out of focus. When are you coming back home? You and I have been looking for the same thing; maybe we could both find it at the same time. Perhaps we have thrown ourselves abroad, and only when we find our way back to the beginning will we realize that we didn't have to go this far to get what was right within our reach.
John Doe
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