I have always wanted to write something
about you for so long. Maybe ever since I started I learned how to write, but when
I do, I seem to just run out of words somewhere in the middle, and I end up
with an unfinished piece. I cannot seem to put one cohesive piece about you,
and all I could write about you are fragments which do not tell much of a
story. Now that we’re both older, I’m beginning to realize that if I just
summed up all those little stories about you I’ve written in the past and scraped
off, maybe I would have put up one solid piece about you already.
On the other hand, I also suppose- maybe it’s
how you are meant to be told about, broken down into portions, short, brief,
incomplete- however you call it. After all, there is some strange beauty and a
mystifying clarity with something presented in isolated portions. Just like
those Haikus and Proverbs in the bible. And yet again, I wonder, maybe you are
not meant to be told about at all. But that’s too harsh because I smile more
than I frown when I think about what we’ve gone through ever since. You will
always deserve to be told about. So here is yet another attempt to do so.