To someone i’ve just met.

Its strange and crazy what you’ve done to my heart. Little did i know that the letter you gave me would heal the part that was never broken by you. It was never just a piece of paper that you handed me but the effort, love an thought that you put in.

In this fast moving world who would ever put in the effort to write something soo meaningful when everything is on the fingertips.

It was just about few conversations, little laughs and maybe a few moments of silence and suddenly i found myself already crazy about you. I do not know youre entire story, i dont know what kind of childhood you had, what keeps you awake at night or what dreams you quiety carry without telling anyone. I dont even know which songs remind you of people that you have lost the past that you carry or what weather keeps you at peace I don’t even know the best version of yourself when you’re with your closest people or the version of you that is feeling low but I think that’s what makes meeting new people so interesting.

Even before I knew you, you gave me a letter that letter was not just a piece of paper, but it was everything that I wanted to hear There’s no pressure to have everything figured out we don’t have to become best friends overnight or pretend like we know each other so well. I wondered how many times I smiled while reading your letter. I didn’t just read it once but again and again and again.

That is so much that I want to tell you, but I’m short of words that I cannot explain or express Every time I read that letter, I just wondered how many times you’ve hit your been behind the smile I wonder how many nights you have stayed awake replaying conversation That was never meant to be.

I don’t know what battle is your fault before or neither do I know who was there by your side or who wasn’t though I don’t know you so well I still want to be there by your end cheering the pain being a part of your smile and I don’t want you to hide your pain from me I don’t know who hurt you who left to stay or questioned your own, worth.

But I really hope that you know this that you don’t have to pretend with me You don’t have to pretend that you’re OK or you don’t have to pretend like you figured it. All the strongest people are the ones who are carrying all the pain inside and never talking about it.

I don’t know what role I’ll be playing in your life. Maybe we will become strangers again or maybe we’ll become best friends again. or maybe become a simple chapter in each other’s life but why are parts crossed I hope I can be someone who makes your life much easier and lighter I really hope I become someone you don’t have to explain.

Because sometimes the most beautiful thing about meeting someone new Isn’t that They are perfect

It’s the possibility of two people carrying invisible scar can remind each other that healing doesn’t always begin with a grand gesture

Sometimes

It begins with someone who’s choosing to stay.