Dear Boy with the Broken Eyes.
Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. Things will never happen the way you want them to happen. Broken hearts are so much easier to find than mended ones. And dreams? Well, if the world ran on dreams, we'd be building a whole new universe already, just to escape our own jaded one.
When I met you, you had already seen the worst of this world. They told you that you were not allowed to love because you couldn't do it the right way. They informed you that you weren't a poet, just a vagabond with tragic fingers on a broken instrument. They explained to you that you couldn't rise above anything because you just weren't special. And that every step of the way, they would be breaking you down, just to watch you fall.
Of course, they didn't mention that when you speak, your voice holds a lost song within it. And when you sleep, your guitar is an inch away from you, just so you can hear it in your dreams. And when you smile a smile from poet's lips, any writer would want to write an ode to you. And that your eyes are always closed when you first hear someone speak, just to understand the rhythm of their voice. That every time your voice lifts, the wind gods themselves stop at your door to listen, because your music is like magic.
They wouldn't mention it. Because that would mean they would have to admit they were wrong. That you are incredible.
Just because they have always said it, things have always been difficult. And they are right. Life has always been difficult. However, when it comes to you, they have been and always will be, dead wrong.
And maybe one day, I can make you realise that you are one of the few things that they are dead wrong about.
The Girl who is Determined to Make You Smile