Dear You,
I’m not going to ask you where you are now. I’m not going to be impatient. This season, I will inhabit one day at a time. I will sail into the future on mystery’s wings and I will not look back. I have been too much like the man who asks, “Are you looking for me?” Our hearts yearn backward. We long to be found, hoping our searchers have not given up and gone home. But I no longer hope to be found. Do not follow me! Let’s just be fabulously where we are and who we are. You be you and I’ll be me, today and today and today, and let’s trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!
Until that time you can call me yours, I remain,
Tala.
(Words not entirely mine. Lifted and adapted from the last paragraph of Jerry Spinelli’s Love, Stargirl)
Why am I not surprised you read Spinelli?
Love it.
“I have been too much like the man who asks, ‘Are you looking for me?” — we might think alot of people are looking for someone like you or me, but maybe it’s our fault we just ignore the ones who does, and hope for the ones who doesn’t.
ate jang and i wer talking over ym, at nasabi ko na sana ituloy mo na yung book na isusulat mo..yung GET The HINT. hehe
na-mushy ako ate. haha. oh well. tara metal box!!
(oops, sori ate, “ate jam” yung name ko…di ko napansin. hehe
hey! my sentiments exactly!