Sincerely | k.th.

2. Maybe

Today was much better.

I flirted with the sun and kissed the wind of the beautiful day now that the rain has granted the sky with a hiatus. Taking advantage of this perfect opportunity, I basked in the daylight while sitting outside of the office to consume my lunch alongside nature. I inhaled the wholesome wonder and exhaled a deep breath of peace and serenity.

Suddenly, he popped in mind.

It was my intention to write to him today. I was still a bit worried not hearing from since my last letter so I figured a courtesy one wouldn't do any harm.

Pulling out my notebook I kept with me always, I detached the pen hooked to it and began a friendly, scripted conversation.

Hey,

I know two letters back to back, sue me for missing you. :)

I couldn't help but become concerned although you're probably just very busy and I'm doing what I do best of overreacting. You should be grateful of such a caring friend.

I thought of you a lot today, especially now while sitting in the warm sun eating lunch because you know how antisocial I can be.

Today was just a day I'd rather be in the company of the birds and trees. They are always nicer to me.

Where are you now? Are you still in Tokyo?

Be sure to photograph some cherry blossoms for me so I can imagine sitting under them and napping. If you're nice, maybe I will let you join me. :)

I hope to hear from you soon. I really miss hearing your adventures.

Sincerely,

K

A sharp exhale echoed from my lips while detaching the sheet from my notebook and folding it neat creases. I slipped it in a envelope that I would use only for his letters and sealed it tight. He's going to think I worry too much but I can't help it. Who am I kidding, he's probably living it up wherever his job took him next and I'm stuck here in monotony, courtesy of San Francisco.

Not to discount my new hometown because I love it very much but sometimes a vacation would be nice.

Work was a bit slower today and it seemed liked forever before I gathered my belongings to leave for the day. I took tomorrow off so I was excited to sleep in and not think about adulting for awhile.

Stepping out of the building, my gaze caught wind of a sleek, black car parked on the curb of my building. The gentleman standing outside of it nodded at me with a tiny, closed mouth smile, fitting of his stature. I returned a rather polite one and went about my way.

Curiosity though was eating away at me though.

I'm not one for being nosy but I can only imagine it belonged to someone rather important. I wondered if the person who kept my boss behind closed doors for the reminder of the afternoon had anything to do with the chauffeur I silently acquainted. We were scheduled to meet but I was canceled and the only reasoning submitted to me was "something came up." I guess it will just wait till I returned to work.

After a trip to the market, I made it to my apartment.

I pulled out my letter to him and placed it in the outgoing receptacle. I know it will be another week or two when he will receive it and I really hope he responds. I opened my mailbox in anticipation but there was nothing. Sighing, I closed it back and headed upstairs.

There was an air of sadness waving around me.

For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about him and why suddenly our letters to one another has ceased. Maybe after all this time he's found me childish and our whole friendship. Maybe it was silly to him to be friends with someone that's halfway around the world and we don't even communicate on mobile.

This made me tear.

Have we outgrown each other or maybe...he's found someone?

In that respect, I could understand. A new relationship on top of a new job would keep anyone occupied. I guess I shouldn't worry. His happiness is always important.

I just wish I knew.

I put away all my groceries when a small strip of paper on my floor in front of my door caught my attention. Leaning down, I picked up and read it...

To know is to have lived. To live is to have life. Life starts with you.

I recognized it as the same inscription from the last one I found. Where are they coming from? Holding the tiny piece of paper in between my fingers, I let out a little grin. It's almost sort of romantic but I'm sure they are not for me.

Romance doesn't come my way so lucky.

I walked into my bedroom and placed the paper along side the other on my nightstand and prepared a for a nice hot shower. My thoughts have made it a long day and I need some relaxation.

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