The page was rusty and yellowish from all the years left unopened. But the poem was vibrant and alive, more than ever.
It seemed like every single word was poured out from the heart and was put delicately by the strings of love.
Beautiful. My eyes couldn't pull away from the poem. It is quite mysterious, how some random arrangements of some random words are enough to light up your entire soul.
My hands were tracing the letters, wanting to capture the essence of each word. The poem was vague, but somehow, it made perfect sense to me. No, I do not know what it meant or what it was implying.
However, I was sure of one thing. That it was all connected.
'My color of life'
'It's all red'
I am Blue.
Or
'To remember all, if forgotten'
'A forgotten promise'
Or
'Let's reunite, rewrite the past'
'Dedicated to her,
Wanting together'
All the letters I got till now, were written with the same elegance and emotions. The way and the style of writing were also similar. The words were repeated and conveying the same meaning. This could only mean one thing. It was all written by the same person.
And it is not a coincidence that I kept on finding these.
In all the previous encounters, when I had found those letters, I tried to pretend that it never happened, that I never got those. I even tried to logic it by the reason of coincidence. Maybe they were meant for someone else. I tried every possible way to ignore the feeling I got whenever I read those.
Ignoring the slight tug in my heart and shallowing of breaths whenever he was behind me. Ignoring the longing and dejection of all those times I turned around, and he was not there.
In my defense, it was all so surreal to even think about. How in the earth, was I going to believe that a questionable alive person slash poet was writing me poems, let alone, to admit the emotions I felt.
Ignorance is my way of dealing with complicated stuff. 'When things get hard, turn around and run'. It may scream coward to some people, but a deep analysis will reveal to them, the excellence behind it.
However, this excellence was not needed right now. Sitting in the hallway with legs sprawled unethically, surrounded by the book and the diary in my hands, I realized one thing.
This person, 'Arian', was leaving me breadcrumbs to follow the trail. Well, hold on to your seatbelts because now, I am willing to follow any path to know the truth about whatever this is all about.
"Yo yo yo! Her name is Ellie! Her name is Ellie!" Nathan's loud voice echoed from the stairs, making me startled and jump a little, causing the diary to fell from my hands.
He was coming down while screaming the same lines over and over again, like a sacred mantra. I quickly picked up the diary and stuffed it in the piles of books I selected to keep, not exactly knowing why I felt the urge to hide it in the first place.
