The Flimsy Portrait
Some country where there’s always Fall
The Perfect Lover
Under the Moonlit Skies
Subject: Letter of Information
Perfect Lover, I hope you’re there under the Moonlit Skies, because I couldn’t imagine something more beautiful. And I bet all my words, for they are the most precious, that you live where there is beauty, and peace.
I wish to inform you, kind sir, that I have been waiting for you. Among the Chestnut trees that spread far and wide, and the valleys that echo my shouts of joy, you’ll find my footsteps. For I stood there a long while, waiting. I must admit, I am not the most patient of them all. I have travelled, looking for you in every destination that called to me. I sojourned once in the heavenly city of Athens, in central Greece, where the first evidences of man’s habitation were found. I searched for you in the yellow paint of the Zappeion Hall, in the ruins of the Acropolis and in the colourful houses of Agora. I also went to Santorini, how could I not. But you weren’t there around the white walls, or the tall Palm trees, or even near the waters. Ah well we might be getting off topic here, the places were beautiful after all.
Perfect lover, people tell me you’re imaginary. That you exist only in fairy tales and imaginations. That since you’re ‘perfect‘, you don’t exist, because nothing is perfect. Well, to some extent I agree that nothing is perfect, but you’re pretty close to being perfect, in my opinion of course. And so, I believe you exist, in this world. And I might see you in somebody I meet tomorrow. You might be the stranger who helps me board my metro during rush hours. You might even be my office colleague who forwards me the stapler tomorrow. Or you might be the senior manager who’ll flirt with me during the meeting. I really hope you’re not the last one though, I find him pretty creepy.
The main reason I’m writing this letter, on a different note, is that I wish to inform you that I’m going to stop looking for you. I’m going to stop hoping that the one person I develop a tiny little attraction for, is infact my soul mate, and is the perfect lover. I will stop hoping that when I turn around, I’ll find you staring at me, with that oh so sexy smile of yours, and as I look at you, you’ll blush and turn around. Do you see my fantasies? They’re simple as ever, but the only thing missing, is the male protagonist.
So, dear perfect lover, I write a formal letter to inform you of my abstinence regarding thinking about you, or your arrival.
I do hope, however, that you’re well and happy. And that when you finish this letter, there’s a fond smile on your face.
With warm regards
The Awkward Girl