Thursday, February 3, 2011

when a letter decides to send another letter a letter.

dear P, 
      how shall i start this.okay, if you know me better you would know that i would never write someone a letter and the only time i write one is when i have to in order to finish a homework or to complete an exam. but this is some sort of an exception. random much ? nahh, i just cant beat you at being random.

      the first time i met you was when we bumped into each other late last year. you were with him and i was with her. those lovely individuals. how much i love the irony as we fast forward to the present. well, the first time we properly meet was on a Friday night over a fillet-o-fish and some chicken nuggets. to be honest i don't really like dining at McDonald's. especially the one in town. that place will jinx things and it brought back some weird memories. but either way, I'm glad that we met.

      there's this thing about you. you really trust me with things that were going on in your life back then though i was just another stranger. and likewise, i am comfortable enough to spill my guts out to you. though we barely knew each other, we shared both our personal issues. maybe that's the connection. it hurts just as bad and in that sense you're the only one who can be understanding. you helped me a lot. couldn't thank you enough for that.

      and you know what P, i really like hanging out with you. you're seriously awesome to hangout with. i tried to live by this quote -"stop making plans, start making sense". well, you took it to another level. you could text me in the middle of the night and 20 minutes later we would be having dinner. or call me in the afternoon and 10 minutes later i would be on my way to pick you up to get an ice cream. its seriously a breath of fresh air that i really needed. whatever you do, don't stop what you're doing okay.

      i'm writing this in the name of appreciation. its only been two weeks but you helped me more that my closest friends did. i really appreciate that. without expecting anything in return you were always there for me. thanks again P. its been such a pleasure to have known you.
                                                                                                                              your's truly
                                                                                                                                     A.
    

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