Dear Emma

Dear Emma,

You are special and do not know this. Maybe not knowing is what maintains your speciality.

When I meet people, I subconsciously place them in a mold of your model, to see if I can find another like you even in a faraway land.

I see some, few though, you know everyone is special. Some even remind me of your harmless weakness, your excessive adherence to the golden rule, how you put the world before you hoping you can be the doctor.

I fear you have failed to grasp the poetry of life till now, maybe it matters, maybe it doesn’t, how helplessly honest you can be, basking in the pride of pure intentions.


I will love to see your angel and the beauty of joy she brings to you.

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