dear ingrid.
when you first started talking to her, you didn't know that she would become a source of sorrow. the pain you'd feel as you sat in the scarlet theatre lights - you didn't think would be there. you didn't even know she would be the reason for your new style and craving creation of poetry. you didn't know.
that day you started talking to her, you sat in smiles up to your neck- your face beamed and your fingers jumped whenever you saw the phone light up with letters that made up her name. you texted your best friend, the one you'd known since the third grade, and sat there telling her how amazing she was. your friend was happy with that information and you didn't know the depth of why.
until later when you both were sitting on that gazebo bench, watching the sun set. your best friend told you how in love she was with you. many sunsets ago, she was in love with you. your friend told you this as if it were a math problem but inside your heart was breaking. you didn't tell her this, because she knew you'd lost your chance. her love was gone. yours
was not.
when you first started talking to her, you didn't think you were in love. not yet. instead you thought she was a great great friend. and slowly you realized she was the rainbows of every sky, drenched with the question why but you loved that
feeling.
that day that day you started talking to her you didn't know of the coward feelings you'd become. and how
eventually your path of star crossed lovers would take a turn for the worst-
words would be spewed onto screens, hopeless scenes of watching her be with him, you'd be demolished inside because that awful question (why) was still hidden in your head. your heart would grow azure flowers - watered by the tears from your cheeks.
the worst part of all is how you believed all this would have been resolved- if you had not been weak.
i am writing to you now to tell you that many days ago, many months- you had no clue what journey you were going on (and with who)
so i'm here to tell you
i'm here to tell you
that
life is a mystery, a fairytale come true. please don't be discouraged for living out your life. because when you first started talking to her,
you weren't expecting a beautiful story - rich of sorrow and hope and love - to unfold. and sure sometimes you may feel as if that time was wasted. but i tell you that it was not.
love is a good war - you should be lucky you have fought.
love.
ingrid
