Dear Charlie (A Letter to Charlie Kelmeckis)

There are many thruths that have been spoken in your old letters, long before my youthfulmouth or could even verbalize them.

Dear Charlie,

I am writing to you because they said you listen and understand, and didn’t try to talk behind my back whenever I slipped out or acted a little ‘weird’, even thoug you very much could have.

To be frank, I am totally okay with you finding out who I am, because I have finally learned how to like myself truthfully, even with all the consequences.

Through your letters, I have observed significant features that we both share, the most visible being the fact that we tell thing as it is. No matter how You stick to your thruths, even when you know that odds may ne thrown against you if you did.

And you know what? it’s all thanks to your letters, the one that hold dear for over ten years and reread when i feel like it.

You showed me the courage and possibility of life being okay, despite its messiness.

Because of your letters, I finally knew, years after, the importance of only accepting the love we think we deserve. It was more or a cool abstract phrase or idea when I first read it. But now, I totally get it. One must know the worth of their pure love and give it to someone who deserves it, and vice versa. Mr. Andersin was a hell of a teacher, by the way. I hope that he is happy wherever he is.

I knew about the time you feel a little bit silly about having some kind of soundtrack whenever you’re sad. But hey, I totally get ya. “Asleep” by The Smith is fantastic and everyone with a great taste would agree.

That’s the same thing with me and Bon Iver’s “Holocene”. I get drowned in the melody and the lyrics, and suddenly it makes my experience more than just grieving, or being sad, but a wholesome contemplation about life. This soundtrack session reminds me that with the grandeur of life itself, there must exist another thing than my silly little sadness- joy, happiness, rays of sunshine- which i absolutely long for, after the soundtrack session ends, obviously.

And though I know that your last letter did not signify any closure to your story, it is completely enough and understandable. Because I kmow that it is impossible to tell all about your life in your short letters. And I get the feeling that a precious man like you will live such an extraordinary enriching life (in your own sense), a life that would not be fit to be contained just in your little letters.

Nevertheless, I want you to know that I am forever grateful to have found and read them. It’s been a blessing to know people like you exist. People who listen and understand.

Imitating your very last letter, I would also like to point out that if I end up not writing any more letters, it is because i am to busy trying to participate. So if this ends up being my first and last letter to you, please know that I am in a perfectly happy and controlled state right now, even when i am not, soon I will be.