Letter 1

Dear you,

I’m having the most difficult time starting this letter. Presenting oneself accurately through the means of words, which can be easily interpreted differently in another’s mind, turns the nature of this letter into something more complex.

I suppose the core of the issue is that we are mere strangers. You don’t know me, nor do I know you. You’ve never heard the manner in which I express my words. Perhaps our relationship will never go past these letters, and you will never hear it; however, if your assumption is that I speak calmly, you are sometimes right. If you imagine I speak quickly and energetically, you again would be correct frequently. It all depends on the mood you catch me in. Should I assume the same for you?

I’m at a point in my life where I’m considered both old and young; it all depends who you ask. I suppose age becomes relative from this point forward.

No. I take that back; I think it is almost always relative. There’s almost always someone who has lived less and always one on who has lived more.

I’m not all too sure what to share about myself. Does one ever find themselves that interesting, to the point that they actually want to talk about themselves? I’ve never been good at filling out those applications of sorts that request I write about myself. With time, you will get to know my authentic self. Shoving facts about myself reflects hardly anything. Getting to know a person, I believe, is done in the silent moments. It is done through conversations that lead you through their mind, aspirations, nightmares. If you listen close enough, you understand them over time.

Do you get me? Sometimes, I feel that the way I think is foreign to others. There are times when I speak to people, and they don’t understand me. I see it in their eyes. It’s not that they aren’t listening. They are. But the words that enter their ears merely wallow in the shallow end, seldom daring to swim out to the deep end of their thoughts.

Shall I now address what this letter is? Why am I writing it? Why have I sent it off? What am I trying to say?

Honestly, I have no answer to any of these questions. It’s just a feeling I had, and I am following it through. Does this suffice as an answer?

One last thing before I go, you may have noticed I haven’t even introduced myself with a name. This is no mistake. I do not plan to. My name is not at my will to reveal. My age, we already discussed. My sex, well, I don’t see how it’s relevant, but I’ll let you guess.

I’ve got to go. I have a movie night planned with my brother.

Oh, and it was nice to meet you, you lovely stranger.

Yours Truly,

RCG