He is a riddle most absorbing in the gloom yet once a few and far between smallest glow escapes from his layers of outward strength and discipline; he is a soft beaming ray of light. Unlike most of those who are dearest friends of her soul, he is not one who can swiftly conjure images of spectacular design by wielding a pencil gliding against the paper. He tries though he admits he does not have the saintly patience to learn the art in a breeze. But allow him the indulgence of a pen then behold closely for from its tips oozes out inked words swirling from his consciousness swimming most carefully unto the notepad. Shaped out of those straight and sure letters you shall have a painting of delicate flair for the reading, rereading, wondering, and wistful thinking. However, his writings are not for prying eyes, thus few and I mean very few are welcome to his real abode. He is brutally honest and sees individuals for the way they really are behind the bubble shields and candy-coated pile of dung just because he can ruthlessly divulge them. Because of this he is misunderstood, hated, and losing more friends than gaining. Not her though. Not her.
Somewhere 1,460 days backwards from the ticking of the annual clock he wrote her a note. Its content really made her think and this time, closer than the usual. How he made such group of words come together to capture its essence is something she is still amazed of. How he has the ability to snuff out thoughts crashing her system to make sense of them and give her the assurance and understanding that he really does flow with her and that she has not had the worse…is something that can ease a stricken spirit. And so, she quote,
“The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.”
All she can say is that he is brilliant; someone born on fire, built of strength, and an epitome of respect, if he learns to lower down his defenses to trust someone.
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