Hello, Stranger

Hello, stranger.

When did the last time

you get all intrigued over someone beyond?

As far as my memory could take me, I think I just did.

And all the credit goes to you.

I’d like to call you a random stranger.

You'd rather entitled yourself as a friend

whom I haven’t got the chance to talk with.

I guess we’re neither.

Our intro was only skin deep,

So the talk was not about us,

yet somehow, essentially, about ourselves.

A stranger,
A fragment of my fantasy,

an imaginary friend,

that real enough for me to talk to.

Bantering senseless incomplete phrase.

Deciphering each other’s gibberish code.

Merely running in circles, drilling our own sentences.

It didn’t last more than 24 hour,
when the table's been turned.
I, a friend,
become a soft breeze in just another day.
You, a stranger,
leave an imprint that won’t fade away.

One of these days,

Out of the blue you greeted me,

and I smiled saying,

'Nice to meet you, stranger.'

Xoxo,
The one you happened to talk with, out of sheer boredom.


Ps. should you read this letter,
let me know whether a smile is something you could offer.

Hello, Mr T

Hello, Mr T.

Deepest gratitude to you,
for you whose name I dont remember,
for the unexpected stunt you pulled,
for making the unfathomable words to be uttered,
for touching my life in a way I never thought was possible.

They say miracle happens every time,
and I witness it through our few seconds encounter,
simple meaningless word for some,
yet magically caught me by surprise.

It was like one of those scene in a movie,
when everything slows down,
the wind blows breezily,
the clock stops ticking,
the smile creeps unknowingly.

And instead, in return,
your touch of light,
is paid by my ungrateful act by forgetting your name,

The memory still linger though,
the memory is intangible yet real enough for me to hold,
the memory is a priceless gift one could ever give to another.

In the end,
just like what Mr William Thacker had said,
'It was nice to meet you; surreal, but nice.'



Xoxo,
A girl whom you left speechless

Hello, Mr Villain

Hello, Mr Villain

I have this peculiar love for fairy tales, for bedtime stories, for cartoon and animated movies.
Sure thing about those stories are the extremely good guy fighting the unquestionably bad guy,
and we all know too well that the good guy - the one most people root for - always ended up happily in the end.

Unlike most cases, there were couple times when I fall for you, Mr Villain, the one that is portrayed as bad guy.
Namely Loki of Marvel, Harry Osborn of Amazing Spiderman, The Darkling of Grisha Trilogy and other names I cant recall.

Will that make me a bad guy if I fall for you, Mr Villain?
Well, I dont like you doing bad things, I dont condone you for killing others,
but I do like the way that somehow you make me understand why you do such things.
the way how your characters grow on me,
Still, I dont agree with your choice though.
So I think it's not bad thing to fall for you, right?

We ain't living in black white world, there's no such thing as protagonist versus antagonist.
Most of times, it's just which side we're looking from.
If only we could listen.
Sure, bad guy really do exist, but it ain't that simple.



Xoxo,
the girl who have faith in everyone.

Hello, Mrs Rika

Hello, Mrs Rika.

Truth to be told, I dont even know your real name, but Rika sounds just right for me.
And here I am writing a letter of apology to you, a stranger I'd call Rika.

Mrs Rika, I was the one who drove a white car right behind you on a scorching afternoon,
the traffic was heavily packed, and I let myself feeling a little bit more emotional than usual.
Those things should've not made me a rude asshole driver.
But it did.
And I'm sorry, I truly am very sorry,
because I honked my car pretty rudely when you blocked my way - tough technically it is OUR way.
I didn't mean anything bad or offensive,
It just happened that I throw my frustration towards you, the motorcycle rider with a little boy who unfortunately rode right in front of me.
Again, I am sorry.

I should've known that I am not the only one who use the road.
I am no good driver, at one time or another.
So I should've known better not to be mad when others become annoying-road-user-unintentionally.

Sorry for letting the traffic control my emotion.
I'm not trying to make excuses, I'm just trying to apologize.



Xoxo,
a driver who often feels guilty after being an ass.