Letters from Japan

The Letter

Penelope's POV:

3 : 20 pm
I hear my mothers screams as soon as I make my way into the apartment,
"And how do you think I will keep paying this apartment?". She's arguing with my father once again. It's been like this since they got divorced.
"Mom I'm home!", I tell her as she turns my way and gives me a smile, a fake smile.
"You got a letter on the mail honey, it's from a Mateo from Tokyo?" my mother tells me with a confused look on her face. I look around and spot the mail scattered on the counter and my eyes quickly fall on a small handwritten envelope. It doesn't say for who is it but comes from a Mateo and it's addressed from Tokyo. I take the letter in my hands and head to my room.
This letter is definitely not written for me but curiosity takes over and I decide to open the letter...

Dear Love,
"Hey there love what's it like in New York City, I am a thousand miles away but today you look so pretty yes you do, Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true.
Don't you worry about the distance, I'm right there if you get lonely. A thousand miles seems pretty far, but they've got planes and trains and cars, I'd walk to you if I had no other way."
I wrote a poem just for you, so whenever you feel lonely read this words I wrote just for you.
(Plain White T's - Hey there Delilah)

your voice is like a melody sang by angels,
your lips are as pink as the sunsets of a spring afternoon,
your eyes are the ocean,
deep and unknown,
but your heart,
its special,
Its kind;
Its noble.

Sincerely, Mateo.

I'm left speechless. I've never seen someone write so beautifully. It makes me feel bad for reading it, it seems so intimate, but it made me feel some kind of way that I have never felt before. It's just like a dream.

7 : 35 pm
I make my way to a bookstore that is only two blocks away from where I live. I have the letter in between a book I am going to return.
When I get there, I head over to the bookshelves and I let my fingers glide on the spines of the books. The smell of used books and of a warm coffee I got on my way here fill in the room, this is my safe place.
"We are about to close in 30 minutes" a sotto voce interrupts my thoughts. When I turn around and spot a red haired girl. I have never seen her around, she way be new.
...
I need someone to talk to that isn't my mother. I've realized that I don't have anyone in my life I would let see my true colors. This letter I received on the mail, or should I say mistakenly received on the mail somehow grew in me, like if it was just destiny. I need someone to talk about this stuff and what better way than with a stranger.
"Hey, um I know this may sound weird but are you up to talking to a stranger?" I nervously ask.

"Of course, making a new friend wouldn't hurt anybody" she responds with a kind smile. As those words were said a heavy weight was lifted from me.

"This may sound weird, but today I received a letter, a love letter from Tokyo and it was most likely sent mistakenly to my home address. The thing is, it is the most beautiful thing I have ever read and I don't know exactly what to do with it" I say.

"Well... maybe you should write back to that person, tell them how reading that letter made you feel, maybe I'll do good to their heart", she tells me with a beatific expression.
That's the last thing it would have occured to me. "Maybe you are right."