my dearest OB
My dearest OB,
The silence resonates, it deafens, it bombinates! It speaks its own piercing language, cutting through the air with a hollow determination. I understand the silence. I understand your love and loyalty for your wife, I understand your devotion to your family. I understand that you put them first and foremost above all else, and I admire you for that. I understand that associating with me leaves you uncomfortable and restless and guilty of feelings you don't want to feel. You cannot be at two places at one time, and rightfully choose to be by her side. She loves you so much, cares for you so much, looks after you so well, she deserves to have you whole heartedly, as you do feel the same for her.
I understand you don't wish to communicate with me. I understand I over shared with you. I should have kept my feelings to myself, and clung onto our dearest friendship which white washed me with joy.
I truly cherish the one magical afternoon that was made possible for us. Destiny and time realigned themselves to engineer a moment of bliss, because for me, it was happiness in a pearl, wrapped in an oyster, at the bottom of a very dark ocean. It is stored in my mind like a snow globe (I've said this before) which I can shake up and relive and rejoice in. Thank you for that, forever.
I wish you all the best, forever. Thank you for giving me 🐻 blog. I will continue to write everyday. It will journal my life in its rawest moments, and teach me all the many lessons i have yet to learn. Maybe one day you will write a book: 15 days in Gaza, because you write so well! Maybe I will be fortunate to go there myself, and experience all that I would like to, in life.
Prayers and best wishes always,
Aai