letter to (my) PALM

Dear (my) PALM,

Hello, it has been a long time since we corresponded. I did nudge you sometimes, when I see you online. Unfortunately, most often, silence greeted me. So I guess, I must be very lucky when I do get the few and far between short monosyllables response from you. At least, I'm know for one, you are alive. For my peace of mind. I'm not complaining, as I know what a busy person you are. I'm busy too, but not as busy as you.

Sometime back, when we met, I never got around really to express how I felt about you agreeing to squeeze me into your tight little schedule. I had meant to let you know, but always, if there ain't not much response from you, I know you are busy. I, for one, am not very fond of sending emails on this kind of thing, to you. It's called evidence. One that I cannot afford to have.

So this post is for you, to say how much I am thankful and grateful, that we had that little meeting. What's more was it was on this year's anniversary of the day I became human. You were busy, and it was on such a short notice, and yet, you agreed. I felt so overwhelmed at that time, hearing your voice, after so long. Of course, I did managed to calm my nerves. If only you had known how many deep breaths I took in, you would have shook you head. Perhaps, though, you did detect a slight stutter when I began each sentence, or replied to you. Sorry, my heart was just pounding, and I was not strong enough to hold it down.

Driving there, then waiting for you, I had wanted to not to show you how longing I was towards the impending lunch date. May I be so bold to call it a date? Yes, I think I would. Deliberately and calculatingly, I had everything set and arranged to the minute detail. Yes, I purposely left slightly later than I should, so that you may be waiting for me. Yes, I purposely went to a store to get my newspaper first, again, so that you will be there waiting for me. Yet, I felt time was not moving fast enough to make me late enough. Funny, but I think no one in their right mind would want time to move faster.

Seeing you, I felt an euphoria of bliss sweeping by my mind. It was a genuine happy smile. The many years that I did not see you, I did not remember. I was conscious of happiness that I was feeling. Shorter hair, whiter skin, the dimple never failing to appear when you smile, and your fast talk and even faster making decision, I really think you were the same guy I saw when we parted during our convocation celebrations. Apart of course, you look more engaging and exudes more confidence in your manner.

I wished that we had more time at our disposal. Sorry, perhaps, it should have been rephrased as I wish I had more time to spare then. Yet, I was just feeling so happy and grateful, having the lunch with you. Not long enough, but tender enough. But one I had really wish you had done, one I wished I had had the courage to do then, was to give your a handshake before we part. I was certain, you would initiate it. Yet, when I felt that you would not, I regret, then and now, to hide. Fear, maybe, I think so. It may end more than a handshake, I strongly think.

What do I mean to say, with all these? Oh, I don't know. I'm not lost, yet I sometimes wonder, what I will I get if you get this? Will you state your case forward, stronger than before, to make up for the lost time? Am I hoping for this? I don't yearn for you, yet, I think of you. I know I will not send it to you, therefore the boldness in truth. In all earnestness, I enjoyed your company, then and now. I wish you more happiness away from your motherland, as you want. Take care.

Yours sincerely,
jsb
with love