She sets herself a task to write something. In the face of a seemingly insurmountable writer’s block, a difficult thing to do.
But the occasion cannot be missed. It’s a special day for someone and as is her wont, her best gift has always been a few well-written words.
What could she even write for a fellow writer?
So what would it be?
She sighs, thinking, reflecting back on the few months that had gone by without writing a word…
…had it not been for her dear, dear friend, wanting to see her revel in her expression, create art with those unusual words she loved to use.
That friend whose style was poles apart – so refreshing and original in its take, written straight from the heart.
She sighs yet again. This won’t do. She will not like it one bit.
Nevertheless, she wonders. Wonders and smiles at how things fall into place, how the most unlikely people end up befriending each other, only to be amazed at the similarities galore.
In a way, she does not and perhaps never will belong to her world – her world of innocence and childlike cheer. Of smiles and laughter, of Harry Porter and country music, of chocolate and
doodling. Of simplicity and understanding.
Like a ray of sunshine in her dark, gloomy realm. I’m glad to have found her.
And so she settles on keeping it simple – her knack for elaborate, fancy prose has deserted her anyway.
Many happy returns of the day, my friend. May happiness and fulfillment find you always, so that you may never lose your smile. Remain the way you are, always. I’m glad I met you.
Unwittingly, she finds herself smiling as well.
Written for Hachiko...you know who you are! Happy birthday! :)