Hello, Pen Pal

Hello, Pen Pal

You were a mistake,
A glitch, in a software
A glance, which had been stolen
A forbidden place, ones like to revisit
An intoxicating drugs, once.

Now that the ties been cut,
The envelope's been torn,
The letter's been burned,
The pen's been destroyed,
The word's been hanged.

Yet, every once in a while,
At one time or another,
The touch still lingers,
The gaze still stares back,
The thought still wander,
The scars still visible.

They say mistake has never been good,
but they just haven't met you yet.



Xoxo,
thousand of unsent rumpled papers

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 John Doe

Hello, Mr John Doe.

You are not necessarily a John Doe,
I know you,
as you know me.
Well enough to know that I dont open up easily,
let alone share my thought.

But with you around,
with clouds hanging above our heads,
with nothing but honesty,
we talked nonsense and stars above.

You managed to touch things I never cared to say.
You had the guts to tug strings I never wanted to hold.
You moved gracefully with your words,
forming phrases and sentences entwined in dark truth that I never dared to conclude.
Yet we danced in the jumbled letter, effortlessly.
The silence was not awkward, the stillness was not unsettling, the quietness was not killing.

Then somehow,
a different time zone seized us, rip the conversations' apart.
Every moment was stolen, every minute was borrowed,
every chances was swallowed by the almighty time.

Perhaps, maybe, if one can only hope,
in alternative universe, in the next reincarnation, in another version of us,
when both have the luxury of time,
we can always share our head, abusing the dusk and dawn with senseless words,
filling the air with our foolish laugh til we suffocate,
savoring every spoken sentences, drowning in tangled mind,
without any prejudice.

It is, afterall, the talk that had our path crossed.



Xoxo,
Jane Doe

Hello, Mr Tywin Lannister

Hello, Mr Tywin son of Tytos of House Lannister, Lord of Casterly Rock, Warden of the West, Shield of Lannisport, and once Hand of the King.

My longest hello by far,
apart from your misjudgment towards Tyrion,
you are by far my most favorite character from Game Of Thrones' series.
Again I prove my quirk affection for a character who's been tainted as a villain.

You had me captured from the very first scene,
when you was skinning the deer - an actual deer on set.
I don't think anyone would buy the fact that it was your first time doing it.
Nonetheless, the scene determined many fundamental things of your character, my lord.
Control-freaky, clever, meticulous, savage, and in short - a despicable one.

Tywin should thanks Ser Charles Dance for his outstanding potrayal of Tywin.
Ser Dance did better than he was supposed to do,
He became you, Lord Tywin.
Moreover, I've never heard Ser Dance branded you as a villain,
'Tywin does what he need to do in a feudal society' he said.
In fact, Tywin's scheme to kill the Stark has stopped the war.
Ain't stopping the war a good thing?
Still, Tywin's the bad one.

I wonder how it is so easy to us people to judge the good and the bad.
People lives through thousand decisions,
and how do we suppose to condemn which is 'correct' and 'false' ?
Does one bad decision make us a bad person?
What quality does make one a good person and a bad one?
People has their own parameter, I believe.



xoxo,
am i a bad girl then?

Hello, Mr George Raymond Richard Martin

Mark Simonetti's artwork

Hello, Mr Martin.

Thanks to you, I spent my last 2 months reading the first installment of the Game of Throne's - A Song of Ice and Fire - also, marathoning Game of Throne's TV series.

It was 800 pages of crazy-prologue-of-epic-saga and 60 hours worth watching drama.

Well, small wonder it took me a while to finish,

I've got to sneak a lil bit of my time here and there - either to read or watch it,

such a compelling story that managed to keep me up day and night.

I guess it's crystal clear that I enjoy every second I spent watching and reading,

that I fall for every single piece of it.

To me, when I can feel the character's emotion in a story - it earns 4 out of 5 stars automatically,

and when it's combined with amazing costume, gorgeous actors and beautiful places,

I put my heart and soul on it with pleasure.

I know how weird this would sound,

but I did learn a lot from your characters, Mr Martin.

Thing is, coincidentally, last month was my birthday's month,

and being introduced to your magnum opus, was like I gave myself a perfect birthday present.

This little truth helps me to realize that I am entitled to my own happiness,

that I can't rely on anyone for it,

that I should stop expecting people to do things that will please me.

Afterall, no one can protect anyone, eh?

Xoxo,

a girl whose birthday wish is for you to have a long life to finish the book series.

Hello, Mr Finch

Hello, Mr Finch.

Yes, I am writing this letter to you, that character from one of the novels that I've just finished reading.
Should I reveal your full name?
Well, since I'm afraid that what I'm going to write contains a major spoiler to the stories.
So I think just 'Mr Finch' would be better, okay?

I'd like to say thankyou, Mr Finch, for sharing your stories with me.
Although it's pretty clear that it's a fiction one, I still thank you though.

You. And your suicidal.
I honestly don't know what to say since I clearly oppose the idea of suicide.
We were given this life with its amazing encounters, countless choice, endless possibilities,
but sometimes . .
sometimes, we think we have no choice, we think life lose its meaning, we think no one notices our existence,
we think in our worst moment, when the devil's lurking - consuming - our mind.

You make me understand what you've been through, Mr Finch.
You make me understand how society, families, friends, play an significant role on your suicidal.
But no matter how difficult it is - how it feels as if your surroundings hand you the knife to kill yourself -
ultimately, you still have a choice to throw it away.
So why surrender?

Because it's such a pity for you to give up your precious life just because other people,
is it so difficult to love yourself?



Xoxo,
a girl who think that you-suicidal-people-are-the-most-selfish-people.

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.