A Friend From Beyond The Oceans

2- consolation

          I whipped my tears away. I was supposed to figure out what to say, in order to help him in that situation. But there I was, completely forgetting why at first I was speaking to Osi... Stupid sensitive Miira... I really, really, really hate my tears.

That was my curse, being able to feel the exact same emotions that people were experiencing, or radiating . . . Even if they weren't real, and they were created by a simple imagination.

          I had to reply back. . . Osi was waiting, and I knew that it wasn't an easy thing for him to do: to confess in a moment of weakness, the deepest pain to a stranger. I felt like I'm the person who was going to make him suffer more, if I couldn't gave him some of the consolation he was craving for.

          So, I explained the conflict inside him between love he thought he wanted, and love he needed. And I tried to keep that discussion heading toward a comfortable conclusion.

It was like hugging a friend while telling him: "It's Ok, considering all what you've experienced in your life, you're the most normal person." Even if I had no idea about what happened in his life.

          I wasn't doing that for him as much as I was doing it for myself. Selfish Miira! In order to get rid of the pain that already had been established inside my heart, I had to ease Osi's.

         He believed that he was a useless teenager who messed up in everything in his life. But he wasn't, he was a talented young man, full of energy and hidden potentials: an artist, a poet, a student, and he also had a job!

What do you want from life more than what you already have Osi? . . . Right . . . Love . . . I understand.

          Finally I found the door, and the key was between my hands: his poems. I wrote poems, and it wasn't a secret that every word was a tear, a smile, a regret, a joy, a sadness, and every other existing emotion. so I showed him my interest in reading poem, and I asked him to see his, if he wouldn't mind of course.

And that's when we exchanged emails!

Maybe it wasn't a big deal in teenagers' world, but it was in mine! And how I gave him so easily my email address! That was a huge question mark.

I'm loosing my mind! . . . Hey Miira . . . What are you doing? . . . How could you violate years of privacy in two days?

          Yep! I was loosing my mind, because my heart was taking over the situation. I felt some shreds of happiness crawling slowly to my heart when I gave Osi my opinions about his poems. I smiled at the very comfortable feeling, because I knew: it was the same feeling there, beyond the oceans.

"Bye Osi :) take care, and have a nice day :) "

"U too Miira, bye XD "