Dear Mr assistant to the president of a very reputable company,Hello. I miss you. There, three simple words, yet i know it gets everyone going. Specially those souls who count so much on the smaller and finer little things in life, people like me. How are you? Ive been meaning to write you letters, but time gave no mercy on me. However so, today, i'm fighting against time. I dont care how cramped my schedule is, I'll proceed with my intention in writing to you, because i want to. And i know, when there's a will, there's always a way.
Im sure you've been busy as well. Our last meeting is like a distant memory now. But i still picture it every now and then, not as clearly as before, but its the presence in the thoughts that counts, right?. I'd tell you whats happening around me, and you'll always make fun of me and my issues. But you listened anyway, and you made me laugh which is the ultimate addiction ive managed to get myself into from you. I miss laughing. And i miss every minute of talking things with you.
Hows Mr. President? Im sure he's in good hands having you as the assistant. Atleast he wont be as stressful knowing how a joker you can be in serious times. You've got a talent in becoming a stand up comedian you know, you make people laugh at their most weakest, at their most tight situations, and you know its true when they say - laughter is the best medicine. Yes, it is. Tell Mr President i'll work with him one day. I'll start off being a normal staff under him and make my way up slowly, but i see myself in his seat one day too. Okay dont tell him the second part, just the first part. I have big dreams Mr Assistant, and i know apart from my parents, you have faith in me too.
I wonder when will i get to see you again, i really need some kick ass laughing session with you. Things at home are decent, family's great, friends are superb. Its just me. I woke up to a text message a few days ago that read, " how's my sunshine doing tday? " and that got me smiling the whole day despite of uneasiness inside me. It was my good friend saufster. He checks on me every now and then to make sure im sane. He's like an angel that looks after me. Like you. :) You see, sometimes i wish it was someone else's text message that ill wake up to. Just like old times. But im sure you're the master of explaining to me how to adapt to changes.
Its really painful Mr. Assistant. At times i feel like im losing myself. And gosh, i really need to laugh things off. I dont know who else to do it with other than you. You see that picture up there? The flower, thats me. And you see that rock behind it? That's the whole world going to crush on me. Dramatic enough? I thought so. You know how i used to be a pro in shifting thoughts away. Distracting myself with things etc. I dont know where it all went. But im slowly progressing, let me repeat that, s-l-o-w-l-y making progress.
You should have told me about falling. Ways to deal with falling, and the whole aftermath. All i knew was about giving good , doing good, hoping for good things, but never did you prepare me about falling down, aching heart, the growing pains, you know. I dont blame you Mr Assisstant. You're always ever so jovial, and bubbly and funny, and you make people around you happy.
I think people around me are stressed out with my current situation. Mind you, im stressed out with myself. I get scared just thinking about myself too. Am i still sane? Hee, DONT answer that, i know your answer. There, you have it. Thats basically just a pinch of what i have inside me. And i wish i could write longer, but i get bored reading lengthy letters myself.
Is it okay to want to go away? Not that i want to run away from things, you know how im the type who'd face the music even if im not liking the arrangements to it. Sometimes, i think i test myself too much. Its like i challenge my patience level, my trust, and my instincts. I need a break from familiarity, and try something exotic. I need a break from myself. Now that sounds pretty disturbing. I think i should consult a shrink. Heheh. No comments requested for this paragraph, i think your reply would be disastrous for me, thank you :P.
Big girls dont cry, right Mr. Assistant? Yeah, they dont. This feels good. Writing to you. I know our little birdie would come across this and forward this to you :) , im liking how things work between us. Its like i can just freely place my note anywhere, and somehow, someone will just make sure it comes to you.
I miss laughing hard, i miss smiling and really mean it, i miss being missed.
Im such an emo drama queen nowadays. Wonder where i misplaced that princess in me. Im sure you can help me find it. Because it just seems like no one wants to help me with myself down here. Will you ?
On a another note, crime rates back here are increasing at a very disturbing rate. I blame the tight economic situation thats going on around the world, i even saw an old man walking aimlessly at a highway yesterday. With high rates of unemployment , and low consumption of goods and services, it should be a good excuse for me to start shopping like no tomorrow to help 'boost' our economy, no? Im kidding.
Do write back. Take care, and slow down on those jokes, i dont want to be left out. Not by you atleast. The rest, including the one whose supposed to be, left without me. I guess im too slow to catch up.
- princess.
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