A Letter to Remember

Inspired by a true story.Some of you might remember her as the girl I write letters too...well this is our story.I didnt know you the day I took the journeyyou were no more than any other person on a crowded streetI didnt know what you looked like or what you sounded likeYou didnt exist, your feelings were foreign to me, your heart was lost somewhere, out there, out of my reach.The road was long, the stars were beautifulthe salt flats were bright with the sun's reflectionthe lakes looked like they would shatter like glass at any momentthe mountains wet with the melting snow of springand the grass on a thousand hills were waving in perfect time with the sanota performed by the invisible orchastra of the wind.I was on a mission, a secret mission, not even I knew where I was going, or what I was doing. All I knew was that from start to finish, this would be one exiting ride.

Somewhere, somewhere out there you had started the journey as wellyou were not going through mountains, or over plainsyou had a journey of your own kind.Along twists and turns, taking sleepless night after sleepless night you came.You had left your own home to follow that passion inside of you. I doubt you knew much more than I did about our final destination.What lay in store was as much a stranger as I was.We were like to magnetic strangers, being attracted to eachother, but we were just magnets, not hearts, not soulds, just black magnets, no feelings, not even existing.Then...We both stopped.We had both arrived. We had both journeyed to the same place, to the same point in time, to the same piece of destiny, to the place where legacy begins, and yet we still did not know who eachother was.There were four hundred of us, four hundred people,I was just that face in a crowd, and you were just that face in a mix of blank faces,faces of people who still did not exist to me. Even though I was right in them, they were a book, without any pages. We both fell asleep that night exhausted, thousands of miles had been traveled on both our partsWe had come to the same place, we were no more than 50 yards from eachother, and yet we still were faceless puppets to eachother.I remember staring up at that cieling, feeling homesick, feeling lonely.I fell asleep thinking, I dont know of what, I was just tired.I dont know what was going through your head that night, it couldnt have been much, because you were nobody, you didnt even exist. Then the day arrived, the day we both remember, that fatefull day that changed both our lives from then on and forever, after this day, we would never be the same.I dont remember this day very much, it was so very long ago, I dont know if you do either. I saw your face, and you saw mine, we both flinched like someone had pinched us.Our hearts had connected, they had found a link that niether of us knew existed, that spark that has kept us for so long.It wasnt long till we both were talking, for some reason we had met before, maybe in our dreams.It seemed as if our souls were long lost friends who had never been able to get to know eachother as much as they had liked. Every moment we were not breathing we were laughing. Oh how those days flew by, it seemed like I had known you forever, and yet we had just met. I went o sleep at night wandering how I could be so blessed. I was proud of myself for stepping out of that box that I had been locked in for years. That box, that prison, you had stolen the key, and let me free.THen it hit. Something hit that day. It felt like...like an anvil falling on my toes. It sent chills up and down my spine. you turned your back. you turned your heart.you had changed back into a black silouette. no face attachedwhat had i done? what did i say? we had been the best friends in the worldwe had talked without taking a single breath for dayswe had poured our hearts outwe had poured our souls outand then it changed.the hours passed like daysthe days turned into eternitiesthe sun frowned each morningstanding in its hot rays, they seemed to be laughing at mewiping my sweat off my brow did not helpmy heart was split, I was a robotyet I kept at the task, i had no emotion, there you were, you were right there, i could reach out and touch you, and yet I could not see you.i couldnt find you.I searched near and far, high and low, yet i couldnt find your heart. But you were there, just over there, laughing and joking, but I could not hear you,...why?...My friend had blown away with the wind,the jet flew over, and you had flown away with itthe noise was unberrable, and your silense was deafening. I started to realize something.I had missed it entirelyI had had the wrong mindset from the very begginingThis mission i was on, it wasnt for youit wasnt for anybodyit wasnt to make friends this mission, it was for GodIt was to worship GodI had been lost, I was ignorantbut now I found why, why i was here.I was here for GodI was here because of GodGod had closed that door that we had unlocked, to make me realize HimHe made me realize you, but I had forgotten him,just like you have forgotten meOh, for such a wretch like me, I once was lost, and now I am foundI had found my mission, I had found the reason.But, there you were, right there, still a black silouette, Oh how I wanted to ask why...but i knew that it could not happen, I had found "why" I had found me, God had found me and fixed meIts funny how God puts us through trialshow sometimes we have to start hurting before we learnhow we must be confusedbefore we realize "Its not about me Jesus, its not about me, its all about you."The door had closed, but another door had opened,the door to my heart had opened"Ask, and it shall be given, Knock and you shall be answeredI stand at the door to your heart and knockwill you open up, or will I have to unlock it with the keys only I have"Jesus, please open my door,sometimes I want to keep it shut,sometimes I want to close the curtainsnot let the sunlight inplease open them, I need you, help me to realize thatThe week had come and gone, like a flash of lightningI had learned my lesson,but you were still thereI had opened my heart to Jesus, but your heart was still closed to meI left that morning, with a picture of your backBecause your back was all i hadthe journey was long, the friendships were gonebut I had found a friend who I had given up onI had found a friend that would never turn His back to meI had found a friend that would go home with meI ihad found a friend who long ago had made his home In me,yes i had kicked him outnow he was back inI had an adress, The days went by, and I started to thinkWhere were youWho were youSo I started to write...That first letter was shortand the reply was extincti waited, I waited at the mail box every dayBut that letter never cameSo i sat down to write, and I wrote one more letterI said "hi, how are you doing?" nothing to fancy, but just what i thoughtI wanted to know, how a friend was doing...or if she would be my friend againI waited for days, I stood at that mail box, and waited for youAnd finally one day,oh that glorious day, I recieved your letter, with a glorious noteIt was not a joyous letter though, it was one of sadness,it was one of sorrowI was one in which you apologized, for what had happenedI had not asked for an apology,for all i had known, it was my fault, for ignoring my LordBut you still said "Sorry" and my heart skipped a beat.I ran inside, and sat down to write, my letter was not long,but it contained everything I could think,A friend had come home, a friend I knew once, I was to know again.I wrote that letter, and I licked the stamp, placed it in the corner, of that white envelopeI hurried and placed it in that ol mail box, right before the post man came walking byI ran inside once more, and sat down to thinkWhy had you replied? why did you write? For all i knew, you were just that face int he crowd, who at one time I knew, but i had found another friend, and had forgotten of youI pulled out that letter,and read it once more, but I couldnt put it down, so I read it again

The days went by, and then, to my utter surprise, another letter came right to my handsWith quivering hands I opened it up, I poured my heart into every word, reading and rereading every line. I could not afford to miss one little dotThe words on that paper are only for me to knowFor if I told you, it would not be for meFrom that day on, we wrote, and read, for hours I would spend sitting in a tree, and thinking of herwhat should I say, how should I write, what would she think, and who was she? Our letters grew longer and longer, till at times it took days to write a single oneIt seemed as if we had just picked up from where we had left offwe began to laugh again, we began to cry again,we shared our inner most feelings emotions and thoughtsour friendship turned into writing letters, waiting for letters, reading them, and rereading themwe poured our hearts into what we wrote.(when a piece of parchment is your only connectionto your best friendyou pick every word carfullyevery thought is formed with lovewhen you are waiting for the next letter, you spend hours reading the last oneyou take notes on your daily lifeuntil that letter arrives, you walk up to the mail pile and your eyes scour the adresses, the hand writing, the type of envelopeYou recognize it before you even see itYour heart skips 5 beats, and you almost faintyou pick it up and head to the quietest place you can find, you slowly sit down and you just stare at the piece of envelope.then you quickly tear it open, and pull the think piece of paper out, you unfold it and jump into the lettersyou put yourself into what you readbecause what you read is all you get)Five years have gone by nowfive years of writingfive years of waitingfive years without ever seeing the girl who holds the pen five years not seeing the face behind the wordsfive years with the vision of her back, the back of the girl I never said goodbye tothe girl I never hugged onceI thanks God for those five years, I dont know whybut im sure He has a planI tried doing it my way once beforeI cannot afford to do it again

One day a door will openthe curtains will fly back and the sunlight will come rushing in, But until that day I must be contentit hurts, it hurts to not know,it hurts to not be in controlbut its conforting to know that God is in control

five years of waiting has taught me patienceI know that if God wills I wills see her again.Each letter I recieved I thank God forit is a reminder, a reminder of His love for meHis mercy for me, and His hands in my life.I thank God for the love he has for meI thank God for the lesson he taught meI thank God for the friend he gave meI thank God that I dont have to send Him a letter to say that I love HimThe path I took to you, was a rough one, The journey I trecked brought us closer, yet we are farther than everyet even with the distance, our frienship will not fade with the sunset, but only brighten like the moonSo when you are thinking of me, just remember we are friends because of ChristWe love eachother becuase Christ first loved usHe put us on the same team,and He seperated us and He brought us back togetherWhen one door closes, another opens, And we always learn something when that door slams us in the faceI learned to trust God, And I was blessed with your friendship.So, thankyou friend for always being there for me.I love you very much.ps. I still remember that very first letter, and I still have it. Of course I have every single letter you have sent me.Let this be a lesson to you. Even though God gives us friends, we must never lose sight of Him, for he gives, and he taketh away, He lifteth up, and he putteth down.

~This has been a true story with a bit of artistic license. Im not a poet, im not good with words. To be honest I did spend time on this. Something like this does not come naturally to me. Im sorry if it is confusing. But, this is sort of the story of my friend and me.