A Blink Worth Living For (Part 2)
Time has passed, but the memories still ache. In this part of the letter, the uncertainty of the future mixes with longing for a past that was never fully realized.
I miss you. I miss you like a guitar misses its strings. When it’s meant to play upon the stage, instead of making beautiful sounds, the guitar spends its time in the basement, slowly rotting. Though not alone, it sits with all the other instruments, knowing it won’t play anytime soon. Because it’s not complete, like the others. It spends its time in hope that one day the strings will find it, and it’ll be back on stage, playing like never before.
I’m not sure if I’ll ever see you again, but I hope. I hope that this time I’ll be able to say all the words I couldn’t the last time I saw your beautiful face.
I thought that if I didn’t see you for a year or more, I would stop thinking about you. Please forgive me, because I couldn’t do it. It’s very hard to forget someone who changed you in just one night. At first, I couldn’t see it, but the people around me did. They told me that I was somehow different since that night. And then, I realized they might have been right. Sometimes, when I was in a very sad or depressed place, I would think of you, and every other thought would disappear from my mind. Please don’t ask me why, because I don’t know the answer. And so, I’m thinking of you today, now, in these moments as I write this letter.
Once, you told me that the stars weren’t on our side. Maybe you’re right, and that’s the truth. Maybe they never will be. But what if… I keep asking myself, what if one day the stars decide to come and stay on our side for a little while? I have faith. I believe that day could come. I believe because they say everything is possible, you just have to believe. In this world, we can control so many things, but there are some things we can’t. We can only wait and see what will happen. And so, I’m waiting…
And so, I’m still waiting, waiting to see if the stars will ever be on our side. But with each passing day, the light grows dimmer.
What comes after hope fades? I guess we’ll find out in the next letter.
Stay tuned for the next post in the series, and feel free to share your thoughts or experiences in the comments.
Maybe you’ve been waiting too?
