At times we are rejected by the people that we would want.
Dear Brian,
The memory of our first encounter is as clear as it occurred this morning or right now. For years, you had been the brightest star than shone among other galaxies. The star that I would have gone to any extreme to grasp but I did not have the elements not even lure it in my space. I stared at the star for long hours in admiration sending distant signals and at times, it'd come close but not closer as I'd have wanted.
I know you know of how we met and I'd rather not go into details. Even a lioness has days that it get to shrink when standing in front of a lion. When we had our conversation, I couldn't even get myself to stare directly to your eyes because I was drawing a maps on the ground and wondering why you'd even want to converse with me. I was still carrying the high school fatty layers thus not feeling confident and also I didn't think I was worthy to have a conversation with the most handsome man I had ever come across. 'Why would he want to pay close attention to me?' I asked.
Overtime, we became good friends and we would converse on a daily basis. I didn't think that someone of your caliber would find this girl to be fascinating or interesting at all. Well, we kept the wheel rolling via unending conversations and there was a ka-connection that was slowly mounting that left me very hopeful of forever getting photographed next to you. I had already began to move around with this phrase, 'kids, this is how I met your father.' On this hopeful path there was a factor that hindered this connection from exploding into fireworks that I had long envisioned. My hopes of a life together were flooding but I look back and wonder what made me think that there could have been a relationship.
If there was one department that I believe constrained my desire to always be photographed next to you, was my dressing code. (I know you agree, right?). Actually, I would have never dated me in real sense let alone attracting me with the kind of outfits I wore. I know my wardrobe played a key role in us not blossoming into a beautiful union and you opting to put me in the friend-zone corner. Methinks, if I had made effort into investing into my outfits probably you would have held your head high, while walking with me and now you'd even be posing right next to a mini-you. Just be honest, my dress code was a problem. Your sense of fashion was in another level and you'd not imagine walking with this beautiful girl who was dressing as though she were coming out of bed.
Probably, there were other factors that led you into not pursuing me but my dressing code must have been the main one, from where I view it. If there were other factors, it's you who knows. I'd never want to put a man in a situation where he'd have to constantly worry what their girlfriend would show up wearing.
All in all, I don't think there is anything negative I can say about you because you showed me great kindness in the years when we kept in touch.
I'm happy to see you celebrating your first father's day and I'm sure that baby is lucky to have you for I don't doubt the ability of you being a great father.
Yours sincerely,
Kairetu.
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