Serendipity

I was going to text you, then decided not to because, well, I said I wasn’t going to. So I decided to express the following on this platform:

This song was playing in my car right about now, and it just took me back on the fact that every time I hear it, it reminds me of you. I used to tell you that it reminded me of a book we both love, which is true, but after I said that, it always reminded me of you and that moment, and many other moments we had together. The thought of there being the most slightest of possibilities to text you and tell you this, meant a lot more to me than what I was expecting. 

What I realized in that moment is that (apparently) you still mean a lot more to me than what I thought you did, and what I thought you meant to me was far beyond nothing. Zero. Nada. It’s as if this song gave me a small spark in my brain. We could call that spark nostalgia for the sake of the argument,but that’s not really it because I don’t think I can generalize that feeling calling it nostalgia. But it was a huge feeling in a tiny spark; like a light at the end of a tunnel. It was like a sense of slight hope.

I’ve said all this and I don’t know how to conclude. I guess what I’m trying to say is that you still haven’t gotten out of my head, but at the same time I’m thankful that I have gotten you out of my heart. Because if I hadn’t, this open letter would have had a completely different argument and tonality. Hope you’re doing well.