Dear xxxx,
I had a dream last night. Not particularly pleasant because in the dream I was badly humiliated, mocked and embarrassed before a congregation of people whom I personally know and possibly some big named people in our world. And the person who put me into the shame, was none other than you.
I vividly remembered you accused me of being a liar, dishonest and that I fabricated everything about me, about you and most disheartenly, about us. At that moment, I can feel my own palpitation generated by the anger and disappointment put together. Compelled by the disbelief that how can those years of love, sincerity and giving in to you becoming a stack of lies as you have made believe to everyone before us, I felt the justification to be angry. You denied everything that was written in our history and joined in the laughter together with my friends, your friends and those who we both can identify.
I was infuriated. I told myself I have all concrete evidence against you - from photographs to emails and all kinds of paperwork which magically appeared before me. Seizing these things, I stood up and headed towards the assembly of laughter. But just as in the past, and as always, I stopped myself. I really do not have the heart to put you in the shame which you put me through; do not have the heart to have people to mock you; do not have the heart to have people to despise you; do not have the heart to hurt you.
I remembered my promise to you that I will always love and protect you. Even in a dream, when you have forgotten the same promise you have given me.
Moments before I woke up to reality, I remembered I tossed every bit of 'evidence' to a furnace. And as the laughter persisted, I can only wish you could understand how I felt at the very moment. Not the hurt, shame and embarrassment but the fond memories I held, the love we shared and the niceties you had ever accorded me, all which made me a stronger person than being spiteful, unforgiving and hateful.
As I woke up from the dream, I could still remember that smiting laughter from you, so reminiscent to those you had used to mock me in the past. But at the same time, I am happy that I can still remember those chortles. Because it affirms that you still live in me.
Take good care of yourself and be appreciative of the good things that come before you. And life will find its way.
Love always,
ABC
I had a dream last night. Not particularly pleasant because in the dream I was badly humiliated, mocked and embarrassed before a congregation of people whom I personally know and possibly some big named people in our world. And the person who put me into the shame, was none other than you.
I vividly remembered you accused me of being a liar, dishonest and that I fabricated everything about me, about you and most disheartenly, about us. At that moment, I can feel my own palpitation generated by the anger and disappointment put together. Compelled by the disbelief that how can those years of love, sincerity and giving in to you becoming a stack of lies as you have made believe to everyone before us, I felt the justification to be angry. You denied everything that was written in our history and joined in the laughter together with my friends, your friends and those who we both can identify.
I was infuriated. I told myself I have all concrete evidence against you - from photographs to emails and all kinds of paperwork which magically appeared before me. Seizing these things, I stood up and headed towards the assembly of laughter. But just as in the past, and as always, I stopped myself. I really do not have the heart to put you in the shame which you put me through; do not have the heart to have people to mock you; do not have the heart to have people to despise you; do not have the heart to hurt you.
I remembered my promise to you that I will always love and protect you. Even in a dream, when you have forgotten the same promise you have given me.
Moments before I woke up to reality, I remembered I tossed every bit of 'evidence' to a furnace. And as the laughter persisted, I can only wish you could understand how I felt at the very moment. Not the hurt, shame and embarrassment but the fond memories I held, the love we shared and the niceties you had ever accorded me, all which made me a stronger person than being spiteful, unforgiving and hateful.
As I woke up from the dream, I could still remember that smiting laughter from you, so reminiscent to those you had used to mock me in the past. But at the same time, I am happy that I can still remember those chortles. Because it affirms that you still live in me.
Take good care of yourself and be appreciative of the good things that come before you. And life will find its way.
Love always,
ABC
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