Delta

Letter To A Friend

Dear my writing friend,
I know you must be very busy doing all the work from your office, but i hope you have timw to read this little piece.
How are you?
I was always wondering what's it like to live in the big city, enjoying the feast of a metropolitan life. Everytime you gave updates about yourself,it seemed tough. But you managed to survive and yet you still are.
Your story gave me a rise of inspiration. Really. How hard it is, you always reflected it on some ways that made yourself a bigger person. I imagined you woke up every morning, doing the same routines, channelling traffic and crowds on the busway, went home at night, and finding your room was an empty space.
I remembered back then, we were hanging out at our favourite spot. A fast food restaurant, with the glass window facing the main street. I remembered we ate ice cream in the middle of the rain, looking to the window, enjoying the rain and the view,sharing our stories and dream. Yes, dream! We had dream back then. We still have it now, but by the time goes, we both now, that it shrinks into tiny fire, crawled beneath the reality that happening to us now.It stayed on our heart, waiting for something like a conversation or a news or anything else, that could lit it up again. We were having so much fun back then. We always went to the bookstore, catching up with the latest books, commenting everything, and showing our personal favourite book. It might not be the best possible party for a high school kid back then, but hey, it's our passion and that the thing that kept us happy.
It was eight years ago. Now you're on the big city, a working woman. Well, are you happy now? Are you still working with your passion? Either you're pursuing something, or only for surviving it, you have completely did a great job so far.
You are independent. You live with your own money. With your own self. With your ideals. That's something big. And that's what you should be proud of.
Dear my writing friend,
At the times goes by, you figured that there must be something more in life.
Don't we all?
Lately i heard you taught groups of children. I was so amazed to hear that. You spent your precious sunday, that most people spent with going to malls all day long, instead you did a social work. I wonder how the children were. I bet it really precious to see their smile everytime you came and gave them knowledge. It's something that money cant buy. And im not talking about a credit card commercial here. Lol.
And I like the idea that you make your office as your playground. It's like a thing in your office now. You crush that boredom on the office with a play, something that you really good at. I think that's a great idea. Dont let the work consumed you.
See? You might not realized it, but you made yourself a proof that there is something more in life. We just have to search it. There is no question without an answer.
Dear my writing friend,
I think it has been almost a year since we started this writing project. And im really glad that i could team up with you, exploring our imagination, mouthing the word that has been on our mind for weeks, giving back for the sakeness of loving literature. I remember when we shared our ideas on monday morning, when you were too bored for your weekly meeting on the office, and was on my duty at outpatient clinic. We really think it through and it's been a blast that we finally finished a project. It's an accomplishment this year that we both made!
So, what are you up to for next year? Are you excited about something? Of course there is one that i am sure about. Our trip to Japan! We will go to Japan, finally! Your dream country. I hope everything went well and the trip is going smoothly. But aside of that, do you have any idea about where your life is heading?
Sometimes i still confuse about where my next step will be. I'm nervous, doubt, and scared at the same time. I know, with the joyness attitude you have, you will comfort me right away after you read this, you give the best advice and words, and you will cheer me up. But still, it is me that has to pick the door. The decision. But i am grateful that i have you with your happy-go personality. It helped me a lot.
I remember our last meeting we went to a wedding, and you talked a lot about my dream wedding. I said i dont really think about it. But i knew, that you have the whole thing planned. You just haven't had the chance to meet the guy yet. It's about time. I know you're a little nervous about it, but i hope that he will come to you soon.
We shared lots of thing from small detail and hard problems on our life. And i hope we continue that as well as we continue our writing.
The dream that has curls into a tiny fire? We still have that. Our imagination is the spark of it. We're going to make those big. I dont know when. I dont even know whether it's going to be real or not. But we should hold on to that. We will continue living it inside our deep deep heart.

Sincerely, your writing friend,
D.