It has taken me quite some time to realize the true value that we represent to others. I have come to think that we are all a phase in someone else's life...for, regardless of how many "forevers" we are promised along the way, well, let's just say if we take them too seriously, more often than not we will end up in disappointment. Disappointment, in my book, walks hand in hand with expectations. The brief collection of words to follow know not much about anything, but quite a lot about disappointment, especially in relation to the author of the letter I found.
It is not an easy task to try to figure out, after many years, how much someone has changed, or if they have, at all. I tend to imagine, that with the passing of time, and all that should be included therein; things like experiences, love, friendships, mistakes, well, I used to imagine those were the things that made us become who we are each day. It is also difficult to look at things from the outside. I try not to make a habit out of saying things I do not mean, especially not just to buy myself out of a situation, or please someone who is need of being pleased. The letter says so little about who I am, yet so much about how happy someone is to have me in their life; someone who leans on their rhetorical abilities to make me feel like the most wonderful person in the world. From the beginning, this person has bought their way into me, at good and bad moments, always through the strength in their speech. Back then, this letter made me feel like the most amazing person in the world, not to mention the luckiest on earth; to think that I had everything. From a more experienced perspective, I figured the letter described and reassured me of having all that I wanted...only to now read it and come to understand it said nothing about what I needed. Today, when I found the letter, I realized, almost 6 years later, that the truth is, the letter is not about me. Not a single word written in it has anything to do with me, I am no longer part of it. With no regards to what it means today, I loved going back to what it meant back then.
(and any man who knows a thing knows he knows not a damn, damn thing at all...)
