Sincerely, The girl who left words Unsaid

38. A Hair on the head of John the Baptist_Saltillo

Dear Jenny,

How do I apologize for my behavior and how I end up screwing our relation with words only while I thought words could save us? In the last letter I wrote, I shouldn't have been so angry. In our last meeting, I shouldn't have brought up those days which we should ignore to move ahead. But the thing is, I don't function that way. I am obsessed with the idea of perfection even if am imperfect in everything I do. I want our relation to be perfect, I want to know what happened and why it happened. I want to know what made you do what you did.

I have our relation written down. I think if I continue to make everyone lead women of my write-up based on you, I should start actually paying you royalty. I hope you like it.

I walk into a bar one fine evening

It's late already

But a beer did no harm to any

I saw this lady sitting at this table

Risking her white dress with a red wine goblet

She doesn't wear any make up

But best of her jewelry

A single silver chain

That hadn't been worn lately

She sits neatly not to invite any attention

But every man in the room has already noticed her

She comes there every night and

Never crosses a glass no matter how many occasions arise

She doesn't look around to meet every gaze

She just sits and looks at the entrance door

Days passed by and I couldn't control

I come two hours early and smoke four Padrons

She comes and sits down at her regular table

I carry two goblets and stand till she asks me to sit

And the story starts with a 'Hello'

Time has always been very strange

In no time four seasons changed

And she already was someone close

But then depth is never never-ending

There comes a point where

Even the sinking ship has to settle

I must have done something wrong

I try to remember what

The situation must have slipped out of control

I try to remember which

She stopped talking

I try to remember why

But this might be the only thing about time

That I love

with every second spent together

Slowly the relation grows strong

At least that's what I thought.

Here is what we don't understand

The strength of a relationship is what we take for granted

You think strength is how many times you fight and come back together