How much of me am I willing to reveal? How much do you want me to?

This is for you on your birthday. I know it’s a little early but this is for me, too.

You said you want to fall in love again. You’re so far the only one who said something that is my sentiment as well. Thus this letter for you.

I know how you feel. I mean, not that we’re looking or we’re in a hurry, this I know both of us would like to gracefully clarify. Not even are we so much immersed into the very idea of falling in love. There’s no explaining it. We just want to as we’re both ready once again to see past through rose-colored glasses.

A friend once told me we’re still singles as the One up there is still busy writing the best love story for us. She, as well, told me, that that person for us may already be here, but is just lost. For whichever meaning or interpretation that is, those persons are still finding their way to us and us, to them.

Very romanticized view of what is otherwise, in reality, if we just admit to ourselves, a distracting and disturbing idea? Yes. It is.

Girl, you and I both know we are not damsels in distress. You know me and I know you. We’ve both seen what we could do. We don’t need anyone taking care of our heart or feeding our ego, for that matter. But behind the beauty of physicality and materialism, of achievements and stature, you and I both know that at the end of the day, as human beings capable of feeling, we’re bound to ask who would appreciate us for who we are enough to adore us, pine for us, care for us, love us.

Maybe we should just really be patient. Or maybe we should grit our teeth hard enough to endure the craft of the Master. He’s not just writing our love story. I’d like to believe he’s slowly and painstakingly perfecting his work, making it permanent, solid and beautiful through carving.

Yes, he is carving it into our very being, our very soul. Which is why it hurts. Which is why we still hold on.

My sweetest regards,

Precious

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