April 1, 2009
Dear Charlie,
So many things are on my mind right now, and I’m trying to get a hold of myself, but I just can’t. If you’re not here to help me, I cannot do a thing. I cannot eat, I cannot think straight. I cannot take care of the people that depend on me right now. Sam and I are getting closer, she just give birth Charlie, you should see her, and she decided to name her Anika. I want to be there for both of them. But other than that nothing good had happen. I need to understand why things like this happen to me Charlie, why? Why aren’t you here… you said that you will always be there when I needed you most. Your memory it’s not enough, it won’t be enough. Please, call me; mother gave your dad the house’s number so you could call as soon as you get to the States again.
… Charlie, I saw a random girl in the bus station last week. I don’t know why I did it, but I wrote something, it made me think a lot. It made me understand something important. She made me understand the truth in beauty.
What I wrote said: “I was there and she was there, smiling at me. Then I understood what beauty really meant. To not be afraid of being yourself with me makes you beautiful, to act silly, makes you beautiful. Your grey eyes when I see them, I see beauty, when you smile, I see it too… when you goofed around, you looked beautiful. I’m sure that you’d be beautiful even when you’re not. You reminded me of the orchid that once made me smile on that day that nothing else could, and I thank you. For making me believe in beauty, and on what really means.”
I’m going back there aren’t I Charlie?
Love,
Joctan
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Life is Beautiful
General FictionLife, can be a roller coaster. It can be the greatest thing ever, and in a minute can change to a living hell. This is the story of a young boy named "Joctan" who is writing to his childhood friend "Charlie" since he moved far away. This is also a...
