|I am a reserved person when meeting new people but out-going when I get used to others.|
It's been weeks since I last saw you, without knowing your name, who you are or what went through your mind when you looked at me. Every day, I secretly hope to meet you again, hoping to find this time, the courage to talk to you, wondering what kind of person you are or what would happen if I initiate this time the conversation.
Every day, my heart aches when thinking about you, remembering our past encounters, the way your eyes shined, the way you smiled at me.
All I keep thinking about is you, who captured my heart, made me feel alive again, made me fall helplessly in love with you, you who invaded my mind and touched my soul in the most unexpected way possible.
It's strange what eye-contact or a few words can do with a person. You stared at me as a approached minding my own Business and when I looked at you, all you did was to say 'hey' then continued talking to your friend.
But you still felt the need to stare some more, making me feel conscious about myself. I asked myself what's the reason for your behaviour.
Two weeks later, our paths crossed again, with you recognising me being on your phone talking to someone at the bus station. Both of us waiting for the bus, when yours arrived, before going saying 'How are you?'. This alone makes me feel butterflies which i wasn't expecting at all but here i am thinking about this all over again.
Often we wonder why some people we know in our life hurts us so much.
Why do they feel the need to put us down, criticize every decisions we make, don't appreciate the things we do for them or don't accept us how we are?
We begin to question ourselves repeatedly, anxiety grows inside us more and more and we begin to feel worthless.
There are times, those persons change for the worst and makes us guilty for this misfortune, blaming us like we got something to do with it but it's not your fault. Don't let them chain you to them like this.
I know, it hurts to let them go and to live your life but in the end it's better to go your own way because if you don't you will deal with those into...
It's strange how writing letters can connect two completely strangers in such a deep way.
Little by little they share informations about themselves, talk about what they like or dislikes, their views on life or other subjects, the little things etc. They also feel understood by the receiver and appreciate when they get more letter from them. It has something magical this kind of communication and makes those letters even more precious.