I have always been very fond of words ever since I was teenagers. I wrote them in my notes, beautiful words from the book that I read, or from quotes that I heard and sometimes I could spent hours in the greetings cards section whenever I went shopping in PIM. I used to look thoroughly each words written on those cards, it could be birthday cards, sympathy cards, friendship cards, thank you cards, or just cards that people send for no special occasion or specific reason.
..and you know what ? Sometimes I bought cards without even know to whom or when should I send them. So I piled them inside my special boxes, waiting for the right moment and in hope that I could hand them to the right person. I want to share one special card that I kept for years and I gave it to my husband a day before our wedding ceremony.
"One Moment" to You from Me
I was going to send you a card with long letter inside that said the sky is okay here and I saw someone today who reminds me of you and also got yelled at once and smile at a couple of times and I made new friend and lost another one and my dog is doing fine.
But cards end up under plastic refrigerators magnets or taped to walls. And I didn't want us taped to some wall. What I really wanted was to drive by your house and see the light on or sit with you under a tree or walk beside you down a long path when we didn't know where it was going and didn't mind.
But I can't send you those things, so instead I'm giving you this pocket-memory that you can take with you anywhere. You remember smiles and hugs even when the person's not there and if those smiles and hugs were words, then you'd remember what they said. This card is like that.
Right now there are two people having one of our moments somewhere. They're sitting there on top of a hill or in a car or on a living room sofa, not saying much at all, but understanding the silent space."Look" it says, or "I'm here", or "I understand", or I think you're pretty okay".
Maybe they're holding hands, even listening to their favorite song, watching the same patch of sky. So they've got geography, backyard barbecues, "together" whenever they want, picket fences.... We've got forever.
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