Between Lines of Black and White

Opening Letter Note: Bubble Tea Girl

>Pre-Letter Note: 'My first message for you was a riddle'

"Hi admiration; hitting me out of the blue. Not with my own eyes, art's beauty is true.
Though, i trust thy conscience been slew. That which content by fondness you drew.
If i blur out of view, maybe a little clue could end a metaphor for you."

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>Letter Note: "The second and last time i was able to tell you how i felt"

Dear 214,
Of course, named after a song I liked to listen to on a subtle day alone. I wonder what it's like, living in a such a place; a contemporary jungle. Mind you, over here, when the sun penetrates through the window and I wake up from slumber of another nightmare, even the sun cannot drown out the silent sea that lurks the picturesque painting of this country unlike yours. It must be quite a trek weaving through your day's distance in the city, quite a busy affair that must be attended to. I wouldn't know how you'd deal with it but I guess you pull it off as just another daily chore to get by through the day's checklist. I guess over there, even in winter's midst, there's always an abundance for you to immerse yourself in. Even the signals that pass by around you and can connect itself with your friends from even lengths wifi couldn't reach: but i guess that's just you. Even your signals can reach a far away place like the country - where most signals  are disrupted and cut off. I guess all that i can send are digital signals for now but i hope you're doing well out there. Maybe my hopes would one day reach under this everchanging sky.

To B,
B as in many cheesy connotations that i'd be too embarassed to call you. I'd like to ask how your aesthetic values radiate out like firecrackers. Not just with your skilled hands, do you create art that lives its own lifespan should you know; but perhaps even the artist should gain credit for they are art in themselves as art isn't an object, but a quality. Pretty sure you wouldn't let a non-art student talk philosophically about what is and what's not but such things come off subjective regardless. I guess in the end, not just physical style can define what my eyes find artistic about you, maybe it's the same with personality being a stimulus for another receptor. Haha let's say an imaginary one called Heart. I'll take to heart that if your works' exhibition ever comes, it'd be hard for me to buy a ticket but i'd be there admiring such from a distance. In a bench or so, around the world somewhere. I might not be noticed but i've noticed that artistic virtue in you which i couldn't pursue. But mostly, it all just comes back to you.

For that bubble tea girl,
Yes, that girl who makes bubble tea, which despite not talking to a lot for long, has pretty much been in my line of sight for months. I think that if this were a book, perhaps by the time this has been read, that era was already one chapter passed. Here's to you for being one year older. I guess circumstances don't change overnight and thus negate any impact of such coming of age, but maybe even in the smallest crevice of thought, there is a major importance and specialness in it. Family, friends, acquaintances and all, it can all be carried across on such a new day but the experiences yet to come would be different from that known before. I guess all that thankfulness blesses us with on such days is the thought of being able to continue sharing the feelings and environment we have learnt to cherish. I guess i'm just here to make an input in greeting you and trying to liven up how you feel about the day even if i may not be there to celebrate it with you. But yes, you're closing in from the times of being a teenager so please, make this last number 19 worth the transition.

From Him who was an Unfamiliar Stranger.
The one you named 211.
I hope we can meet each other and close off the bridge that has pretty much limited opportunities. Why this has plagued my mind, I guess has spread like disease though i hide it under my sleeve. Feelings come at a snap of a finger but that is something i myself has been cursed with. I guess it's hard to believe someone you've never met and even now i'm unsure of what is on your mind because all this time i've been lying about being a psychic; i'm all for assuming and am not  deductive as i seem to be. So i will apologise for the time being for any of the irregularities that my aura spews out for maybe heart only sends signals in one direction.
But enough about me, I guess i make it seem about me. Keep your thoughts of me a secret because i guess i'm not sure i want to hear it. Maybe i'd like to hear it in the future but then again, the last might come. Like every storm out there. But yes. Make that patient moment count.

Can we meet on a fair day?
One where I can catch up in person?
Daydreamers aren't in for what's currently around, but they're always in for a risk.
So if I can enjoy any moment with you while it lasts
Maybe that way it'd be apprehendable.

Happy Birthday.

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>Post-Letter Note: "The day i met you"

The day i met you, my feelings were already meaningless and in front of me were only delayed scars of you and the guy you were with.
As well as that scar forming from seeing your smile that still shone for me as a friend.