Dear Kiera Cross(♀) or Kyon Coda(♂),
Sometimes we’ve got to stop and take a breath. Whether we’re in the middle of the street, home alone, or in the middle of a sentence; we’ve got to stop and breathe for a minute. Be silent. Don’t move. Exist. Let yourself think about anything. Laugh quietly, try to cry, perhaps you’ll just wait it out patiently. Whatever you do, be real, be yours.
There will be so many things waiting for you at the end of this minute; you’ll think about that deadline next week, how you still haven’t paid your friend back, whether she meant that text to be sweet or perhaps it’s you, overthinking again. But not now. Now you’re going to think on what the wind would sound like if it had a voice. You’ll wonder about trees, and how they seem to pop up from nowhere. You’re going to laugh at how silly you are. You’re going to smile.
That’s it. The minute is nearly over. Take a breath, keep walking but don’t think about what direction to take just yet. Let yourself play a little with fate and remember to come back for air sometime soon.
You are probably going to let a lot of people down in your life time. Some will understand your reasons and stick around despite most things you do, these are your people. These you must hold close and every once in a while you must remind yourself to say: “Thank you for loving me.”
Then there are others. Don’t get me wrong these people love you too. But they’re going to expect a lot from you at times when you’re not going to be able to give much. It’s alright, don’t judge them. Remember you’ve been like this too. If they leave; let them go. It’s no one’s fault.
What I’m trying to say is that sometimes you’re going to have to carry a lot of preassure. This is only the start. One day you’re going to be juggling a job, the rent, maybe a family too. Things are going to get rough and you’ll just have to hold your breath and wait for the rain to pass. Don’t be afraid.
Here’s what Ernest Hemingway wrote; “You knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was a though a young person had died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally; but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.”
Keep smiling x
when he glances at you like that and you know you won’t ever be as alluring as he is.