Dear Time
I always heard that you heal everything. But I could never believe it. I could never consider you a friend of mine. Now when I rethink of what I just said, I realise I never had the thought of having you as my friend. It seems like I’m just playing with words.
The first time I thought about you, I remember I was scared of you. You ask me, “Why?” Everyone is scared of you here. They are scared of how you were yesterday and they are scared of how you would be tomorrow. I am one of them. I did not want to be like them. But I could not help it. What they said, I made it a reality. I allowed you to slip by my hands just like sand. I know I betrayed you. I’m sorry.
I did not realise your worth when I should have. Even today I don’t value you as much as I should, but I’m learning to. Seems like I am a slow learner. I am just being honest with you. I’m learning to accept how you were yesterday, I’m learning to be not scared of how you would be tomorrow and I’m learning to love you for who you are today.
You must be wondering why I am writing to you. I wanted to thank you. Thank you for healing me. Thank you for making me realise my worth and yours too. I’ll try my best to let you go away just like that. I know I’m not a good friend. But please be my friend always.
Love
Your Stupid Friend
Read second letter to time
In response to Daily Prompt- Betrayed and Let it Bleed (11, 9)
Photo from Google Images
What a beautiful text, you really are gifted. Brava
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Thanks for your motivating words! 🙂
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You are most welcome!
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That was exceptional! So out of the box. So beautiful.
(Side note: typo in the first line. “But I could never believed it.” Should be “believe”.)
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Thankyou so much dear. I’m so glad that liked it. 💕
Thanks for noticing the error and now I’m wondering how could I even commit the crime 😭
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We all do it. Our fingers type faster than our mind can think. Sometimes the fingers think they know what we want to write, but they are wrong.
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Hmm..yeah you are right.. 🙂
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Profoundly beautiful! I loved that you made it like an intimate conversation with a loved one. ❤️
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I’m glad you liked the concept behind it. Thankyou Maggie! ❤
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This is cute!
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😉😀
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Wow, this is written so beautifully! I really like your writing style! Really lovely post! ☺️
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Thankyou Veronika! I’m glad you like it 💕
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a beautiful and intimate note to time.
I told a story about time for T called tick tock. along the way I realised that time is a guide an elder or friend as you put it and then we look at it all so differently don’t we?
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I agree. Time can be a guide, an elder or a friend. It’s just how we look at it. At different times, we percieve it to be taking different roles. Would love to read your story T for tick tock. Could you share the link?
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yes time is quite the chameleon
here is the link https://faeriembassy.wordpress.com/2018/04/23/t-tick-tock/
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Heading over there 🙂
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Very good. As they say, time is precious. We should make the most of it. 😊
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Yeah we should. 🙂
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I love it!!!
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Thankyou 😇
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This takes me back to our March writing challenge, one on time – the only source of truth.
We are never going to have enough time to see and finish it all, whatever “all” looks like. That you appreciate and openly talk about your relationship with time, is simply enough. Step slowly, step carefully, time will find the right moment.
Nice post.
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Yes. Thankyou! 🙂
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Saumya,
This is an awesome post.
Time is the most precious of all gifts granted to mankind, in equal measure – but how we spend it then differentiates us.
Lovely piece of writing.
H E
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Thankyou Emma! Yes, we should make the most out of it 🙂
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