A gratitude letter :)

Hey, you.
Yes, you.

I can see you there.
I can see through your eyes, they are so mysterious, so enigmatic…

I can see you in disguise. I don’t need to stare at you to know that you shout for help. I can see you crestfallen, looking down, when you observe the loveless faces, the loneliness, and the tired-looking nobodies.

I know, when I set my eyes on you, that you are disappointed with yourself, with everybody in general… everybody cries, everybody lies, everybody fakes. What is this, an endless succession of falseness? Damn it...

I can see that you feel sad, because you are sick of waiting for something to change. And nothing happens. Easier said than done…

I don’t need to gaze at you to know that you are a pretender, to know that you hide your feelings, your dreams, your true you. Your hair hides your face, and a part of you that you don’t want anyone to see. You keep it in silent, you keep it for yourself.

Smoke a cigarette… and another one. Vicious delicious. Burn with them your frustrations.

Drink a beer… and another one. Miraculous alcohol. Swallow with them your faults, and the others’ too.

Such sadness…

I know when I see you with that far-away look that you seek after something… carefulness, attention, kindness, love.

Who doesn’t?

I do, you too.

Is that so hard to find? Let me look deep in your eyes; let me see your soul. Let me come close to you; let me hug you; let me smell your skin; let me feel your lips with mines, let me feel your body, let me share my soul.

Let me thank you... for all of your shared disappointments, for all of your time spent with me, for all of your attention, for all of your friendship, for all of your kindness gestures.
Let me thank you for forgetting your pretending, for excluding your masks, for letting me know your true you.

For being yourself, so this way I could be so happy, so alive…

Let me love you. Love me.