It seems that I did not do a good job of making you understand whether something is important to me or not. You don’t know because every time you dismissed an idea or a topic, I would just ‘agree’ with you for fear of boring or disappointing you.

Have you asked me lately what I’m passionate about? I’m still trying to find that one thing that would move me, day and night. I stopped talking about it because I’m afraid to change my mind again. You have to find it, we don’t have time- that’s what you told me. I’m not like you. I need to talk about these things. And please, I just need you to listen, just listen. No analysis, no cynicism, you don’t even need to give me words of support and encouragement. Just listen.

I love you and I don’t want to lose you, but if I stay silent, I’ll end up losing myself. I used to be so sure. I thought distance would be our greatest challenge. I want to meet you at the other end of the aisle. I cannot imagine anyone else. So I’m saying this now.

Yes….

I know…but…but what about…

…I guess.

Ok, let’s talk again, soon. I love you, too.

What is the worth of one’s tears? If mine come easily, does this mean that mine are worth less than others? What does one have to do in order to overcome one’s weaknesses? What does one have to do in order to realize that the world does not  revolve on one’s self? How much frustration could one handle? How much patience could one give? Why does the enlightened one always have to be the person to give in? Is the satisfaction of being an instrument really enough? This, everlasting fountain of love, what could one do when one does not feel the replenishment?

 Where does one go? Why does one continue to cling? Where does one get his source of hope? It gets really tiring to give, more so to forgive. When both cheeks are bruised, what is it that one could offer?

Love and faithfulness, how could someone unworthy of it be given the privilege to ask for it?

Have you ever been to a place you loved so much that you felt like you belonged there, that you were meant to live there even if it was a place so different from the home you knew all your life?

Did you swear to yourself that you would do whatever possible for you to be able to come back, even taking a rock, a shell, or a  leaf with you to help you remember your promise along with the millions of photographs you took with your camera, and with your mind?

Have you come across one of these souvenirs lately and wondered what happened to that vow or to the person that you were in that particular time and place?