Writings on the wall in my own language
K, this one is for you. You have made me as confused as a psyduck and been as astoundingly unpredictable as an ICO’s stock price. Irregardless of how much thought into crafting out the myriad of possibilities that might occur, you never fail to surprise me. I doubt that you will ever discover or comprehend this, but if you do, it’s probably because an occurrence sprang into action that is beyond my league of foreseeing. Maybe it’s impossible to put myself into your shoes as they could’ve been deformed by the disarray of communication. Perhaps it would be unfair to have any form condemnation because maybe linguistic and functional circumstances did truly constrict your comprehension. Perhaps the ultimatum nature of my propositions also bore too high a weightage to demand a quick off-the-rack deterministic conviction. But the issue goes beyond that into the realm of effort, which was evidently one-sided. Your proclaimed incapacity possibly impeded your ability to do so, but that only serves as greater evidence of the disparity and incompatibility between us. But this is you, and my feelings don’t lie even now. In the meantime, you will be nothing more than a preserved artefact to be admired from a distance in the museum of my mind, with an intentionally separated lengthy eulogy within reach to reminisce the nights of old. I hope that the artefact doesn’t disappear into the endless span of time, but it is beyond my mere efforts to conserve its longevity.
To my readers, you probably are friends who already have a comprehension of the sequence of events leading to this post from my constant bitching over the course of the past few months - from the high of the night, to the late night messages that intensified the depth between us, to the reassurance and conviction that I felt, to the frustration and the downward spiral that led to its supposed disappointing end. If there is one thing that I truly appreciate from this experience, it’s the people that stuck by me through it. You guys have been my listening ears when I needed one, your unconditional care and patience have been invaluable in what can only be described as one heck of an emotional roller coaster ride. I hope that one day I can return the favour to you.
Ryan
edit: Post on ‘Review: Garden of Words’ is a continuation of the thoughts surrounding this post