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As a sixteen-year-old, I find myself with more worries,
tears, and rebellious thoughts than in previous years. I yearn for the
freedom to have my own piece of blue sky, without mountains of homework or
constant criticism from my parents. Perhaps this is what it means to enter
our teenage years. Luckily, I have a friend to accompany me on this lonely
road.
As spring turns into summer and thunderstorms roll in, I am reminded of you
and the time we strolled in the rain together. You confessed that you were
most afraid of loneliness, though you always thought it was a joke. You also
said that you loved listening to Ah Sang's song "Loneliness Sings," but I, a
person without any musical talent, would inevitably fall asleep while
listening. Truthfully, I too fear loneliness, but we have different ways of
coping. I prefer to curl up alone in a corner and gaze up at the stars, for
I am a person who feels easily insecure. However, I am grateful that you are
here with me, the only person who cries with me and wipes away my tears when
I am sad. Thank you, dear friend, for coming into my world and bringing me
countless moments of joy. I cannot recall when you quietly arrived by my
side and took root in my heart as my friend.
You say that I am lazy, lazy to speak, lazy to smile, lazy to go out. But I
am constantly searching and looking without stopping, even when I am tired
or weary.
You say that I am willful, willful in my pursuit, willful in my dependence,
and willful in my letting go. However, I have been striving towards my goals
and fighting without reservation. I do what I want and not for anyone else.
I thought that I had nothing, so I kept pursuing. I tried to be good to
everyone around me but neglected you, my friend. But in reality, I have
already considered you a part of my life that I will never lose or let fly
away.
I love walking hand in hand with you in the rain because you once said that
rain is nature's darling and has spirituality. I also enjoy running around
and playing with you, as well as reading in the library together. When you
are quietly reading, you are truly beautiful.
I do not remember the exact date, time, or location where we found the
intersection of our lives among the vast population of 1.3 billion people.
We have never said the phrase "Those who are destined will meet despite
being a thousand miles apart; those who are not will not meet even if they
are face to face." Yet, we have already embodied the meaning of that phrase.
Where are you? When will we meet? Where will we meet? I look forward to
encountering you. |
