Letters to SHo

Dear Sho,
Our time together has come to an end. But that's nothing to be sad about, even though I know that, that is one of the many emotions you do not feel. However, the time that we spent together was something that I at least, will cherish. The world looks scary beyond the 12th. And it is, but not just after the 12th, it's always scary.

The continuous challenges we will face; the fear of losing people or things, all of it. There is no one challenge which we can complete to succeed in life. There is no shortcut to happiness. We have to face them all; or risk giving up, and end up settling for a mediocre life, or in all possibility, death. What can I do to, even try to, help you through it? I could give you advice, but like common people, I'm sure you'll choose to ignore it. The process of making your own mistakes is a better teacher than, any kind of advice I can supply you with. What I can do though, is tell you a story. About the girl who walked into the Garden of Eden, tasted the forbidden apple, and so put the lives of everyone in jeopardy.

There's a difference between general advice and a warning. A piece of advice can be good or bad. Either way, we tend to ignore the former and go for the latter instead. And then there are warnings. Warnings are basically when, someone tells you not to do something, because it will not only harm you, but others around you. Making your own mistakes is a completely fine choice that, most people couldn't care less about. However, playing a game of chess with the lives of others is something not quite "advisable". Then again ignore that, it has advice in it somewhere.

The ripple effect of life isn't quite the same as that of water.

Bear with me, however, because I am getting to the halfway decent part. Things often get hard in life and in love, and in those moments of confusion, when we know not what to do, one should make good art. Capture someone's soul on a canvas, express a thousand words through a piece of music and maybe even write something that can come to life. And maybe, by doing so, you will find the answer to the problem.

I'll miss December. I always do miss it. It was always my favorite month for one reason, I could sleep more comfortably with a warm blanket. Now I have two reasons to like winter. Blankets and you. So, yes, I will miss you. And I know you won't miss me. I take sentiment on quite easily. You're more withdrawn from life. I carry my heart on my sleeve; you hide it in your vault. Everyone has their own way of doing things, and that's not wrong. It's wonderful and beautiful at the same time. If we were all the same, then we'd all be having the same dull conversations over and over again. So it's essential to be different; but at the same time, the fact that we are different, makes us all the same.

Someone once said, "The greatest person you can aspire to be, is yourself." I said that funnily enough. But I'm sure someone else expressed that in some other form. So, go out there. Make your own mistakes. Make your own choices. Do what you want. Smile when you want to, yell when you feel like it, cry when you're happy and laugh when you're sad. No one can make you feel bad about it, if you did it by your own choice.

Forget me, but remember the emotions. Forget the memories of what happened. Instead remember the memory of emotions. Goodbye.






With love.
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