Love Letter for Us

The Beginning

A friend told me the mechanics of friendships and friends along these terms: "In the primordial Earth, they were part of one singular giant blob of an entity, and then something happened. The blob was destroyed, its parts scattered were everywhere. Some were blown away by the wind to neverland. Some, swept by the currents of the giant oceans and then carried away beyond continents, beyond vast seas and stretches of rivers, beyond boundaries of time and space. We are the parts, and our sole task on this Earth is to find, those, which have been a part of us. Sometimes, we are lucky and we do find them. After the rendezvous, a reunion, a communion. And that's how friendships begin."

So we shouldn't be surprised, if increasingly, uncannily, my life resemble yours: the names of the men of our fantasies; our seeming fascination with the more challenging prospects who are married when we could focus on single, available men; our disdain for the same set of people (this part, I'm not sure if I acquired it from you); and our fascination for dreaming.

Birds of the same feather flock together. True. Molecules of the same blob belong together.

When you think about it, instrinsic to this idea of being separated and then finding each other again is the corollary thought that we begin our lives alone. And our lives are journeys of search, of discovery, of finding those who have been severed from ourselves.

I'm lucky, (I would have written the pronoun "we" but I would be risking drawing an assumption. Hehehe) to have found you, discovered you. (You can say "ewwww" now).

And this also goes for Tina, Nelson, and Kara, or the fraternity (as in a group or association bound by a common interest) that is known as "Elida."

(more soon)