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Annyeong, Stranger…

Dear Mr. Stranger,

Hi! How have you been? I am actually not sure if this is justifiable to do… But since I already started, might as well I finish it too. Lately, we talked a lot. I almost forgot about time whenever we are talking (chatting) with each other. It is not my nature to talk to some strangers, but I don’t really know how and why I sustained a clear communication with you. I have to be honest, first- maybe I am really bored; second- I want to talk to someone else that time; third- you caught my interest because of your smart personality and wholesome character.

It was indeed funny, at how everything started… At first I am very reluctant. I don’t even know if you are being true to me as how true I am to you. I don’t care at all, in my mind I have the thought that “it is okay, He’s not obliged to be true to me.” Whether you’re telling truths about your identity or not, I found a very good friend in you. The truth is, I am not really certain about your true identity, I know little of you, even your name is a mystery to me. But I can feel comfort everytime you check and show concern on me.

Within a short span of time, I found myself comfortably talking with you. I don’t really know the exact term to describe it, but it seems that I gained a friend from you. I am comfortable already to joke around, to share stories, even to outpost my moods. The thing about you is that you respect me, you do not hurt my pride or even use harsh, violent and abusive words on me. I found your actions caring and sweet actually. Your little acts of kindness were the things that allowed me to go more of this little communication we build.

The very thing I liked about this little acquaintance is that, you know how to care for others. You are actually really sensitive, and even though at times we made fool of each other, if there’s a small eerie feeling, you’re gonna tell how sorry you were. I can really see the respect you have for me. You have no bad intentions, unlike other guys who will befriend others because they need “something”. We don’t have obligations for each other, but I am really touched by your caring acts on me.

one time, I was so depressed. I really cried (my only mechanism to make myself feel better) and you were like, really worried. You were really thinking of ways on how to make me smile even a little. It was a sweet action, even if it made you look so fool, you did not care. And I was touched with that kindness.

And you sing so well. Actually when you gave me 3 recorded songs and let me listen to them, 2 were actually based on my personal preferences. The first song? Well it made me really struck with it that even up until now I can’t move on and will sing it from time to time. I told you that night that I wanted to sleep so bad, but I can’t really sleep. Then you said you will give me a lullaby. So you sent me the link (actually a video) and there was you, singing a lullaby. It was actually the first time that someone I don’t really know sang for me. So again I got really touched. And the music did not just stop there.

When you sang my favorite song (Chasing cars) and another song which lyrics I posted and you commented with, I felt obliged to repay you. But whenever I say it would be enough, you’ll insist than “no, i just want to sing a song for you”. These simple acts of sweetness and kindness made me feel speacial, on I way I know it must not be felt.

And maybe now, after you entitled the last song you gave to me “Last ko na to” (this will be my last), I can feel that really you meant it, that will be your “last” since you never talk to me again. At first I found it hard to cope up and adjust for I got used to our usual routine of talking. And somehow I felt so distressed. But realizing how good it started and still good it ended, I feel happy at all. Within that month of friendship, I gained self-esteem as well. You always praise the things I am doing and helped me boost my confidence. You are really a nice person, and even though it just started, and had to come to an end, I am still thankful that I crossed path with you even in this short “stop over” of my life’s journey.

Asking me if I am missing you? Maybe a little because I got attached with the feeling of companionship. But realizing how little we have, I reminded myself that it was only that time when the two of us were only bored. None of it was real.

And so, I am closing these pages of my life’s journey, that while I’m on my way. I met a stranger along and had been my companion as I walk through. I am thanful for the companionship, for the short ride and for little time we shared together. Maybe this is long enough of what we can get…

Thank you so much, Jexter, for this little trip we had. And I hope someday, when heavens allowed, we will not be strangers anymore. I really want to be your friend. But for the mean time, I have to get off from the “stop over” and continue my ride πŸ™‚

Godbless you and I hope to see you again some other time along the road. πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘


Chin – Your Angeling :))))



Well. This is, for most of the time, the hardest part to fill in. Maybe because I am not the type of person who loves to talk about herself. But in this site you can read the pieces of my life, my ups and downs, my victories and defeats. This is the only outlet where my brain can team up with my heart. For everyone who can't construct the words in the clouds of life. Happy reading! ❀️

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