Two years ago... Oh, God, two years already? It seem like I met you yesterday, but at the same time it's like I have known you for centuries. Well, in fact we could have met centuries ago according to my faith. So, even if you don't believe it, I do.
Let's start all over again, shall we?
Many invisible centuries ago, I met this young girl from Spain that, like me, wanted to scream the world how fascinating and strong were her words. Words scattered inside the computer, in .doc files, all of'em talking about people that, in theory, exist just inside our heads - or at least this is what almost everyone in the world believe and WANT to make us believe too, don't give a fuck to them.
I'm not a brave man. Actually, in the social meaning of these words, some people wouldn't even call me a man, 'cuz I'm not that self-confident, I have no lion courage, I have no claws or fangs that sharp. I would never speak to you if not by the invisible forces around me, the people "who live inside my head". In that afternoon I wouldn't imagine, but today I can clearly see - or hear? - how they whispered to me words similar to the ones I write in my own scattered pages inside the computer. They probably said "Go on!", "Answer it!", "Say something", "She must be pretty, c'mon boy!". And so I did.
Our relationship was a hell of a mess, wasn't it? When I tried to explain it to my friends, they were all like... "what? you don't know how old is she?", "wtf, you talk with codified messages?" and things like that. Some of them, some of the most sensitive - important - even dared to say "Let's go there and meet her!". I enjoyed the idea for so many time - and still I do.
But nothing, nothing was most glorious than the moment I saw in you - we saw - a mirror of my own dreams and perspectives. We don't always agree about faith, politics, emotions, but who cares - seriously, tell me who cares and I'll keep on not giving a shit to them - care about this? We have a dream that no one can steal from us! I want to change the world, you want a piece of this same world to live in peace, but both of us want these things by the same way: writing.
And how grateful I am to you for restoring me the old self-confidence I lost during my journey on this Earth, the faith in me that people slashed away from my soul. The will to write and enchant the whole planet with my words. In your tryings to find the perfect Anniken, I was swallowed by your hope and all of a sudden, I found my Christopher.
We love different writers, different worlds, different words, different characters, but we share more than the emotion of opening a book: the emotion of creating one. And in this meantime you have been battling so hard to find the real writer inside yourself, I'm battling so hard against the forces of Destiny that keep on trying to push me from the Burning World I intent, but we have been together.
In a certain moment of this journey, I said to you: "I'll finish my work, but then I'll wait for you. And I'll be waiting in the distant road". Today I'm writing this to tell you of the ironic world we live, because after all that speech, all those struggles, you are the one who must wait for me in the distant road ahead now.
We knew each other because of these blogs and these texts. You moved, you closed the old doors of our beginnings to me, but this black background and the portuguese words against the blue sky are a comely home for you, I hope. So here's where I want to scream to the world my biggest and sincere CONGRATULATIONS!
Ou melhor, em português mesmo: PARABÉNS!
I know we had hard times because our schedules, our schools and studies and personal projects, but I wanted you to know that it doesn't matter to me. And I ask you, from the bottom of my heart, to believe when I say how proud I am of you. And how proud I am to be part of your journey.
We'll surely conquer the world. I'll burn it down and rebuild it! And then you'll have that piece of peace you always wanted, your fair slice of the cake. And I'm counting on you to help me too.
Wait for me, milady, I'm coming soon.
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PS: Sorry for any mispelled words, you know I'm not the type who re-reads its own texts :P
