I've always been watching you from the neighborhood. Always been loving you. Ever since the first time I saw you, I fell in love. Your lovely smile like the sunshine, too bright. I've watched you skipping through the gardens, crying out your heart, singing out with pleasure. I've watched you grow up into a young lady. And I've become your anonymous friend. We chatted for hours. You told me all your sorrows, all your fears, your worries, all your likes and dislikes and everything. Everything I know about you. Yet you don't know me, coz I've always remained in the shadows, always been your anonymous who solves your problems, helps you out, tries to give you the slightest bit of happiness, always a true friend of yours to open up your heart.
Yet, you don't know me, coz I remained in the shadows and became a shadow following you and keeping you safe. All this time I've been loving you and yet you don't know and I don't tell you. Coz I know I don't deserve you. I've always been there for you, ever since the first time you found your love to the time when you had kids and responsibilities. I've been there always supporting you, encouraging you, helping you to move on.
And then we both grew old, you with your grandchildren and all and me alone. Yet every day I live on seeing you smile , satisfied I close my eyes. Coz your happiness had always been mine and your sorrows had been mine.
I've been there for you when you lost the love of your life and consoled you when life itself was harsh on you. All those times I've loved you and never hated you. I know it's hard for you. But, I never had the courage to say this, still I wanted you to know...to know someday that, there has always been someone there for you, even at hardest of times, for you to lean on.
With love
Your's anonymous
PS: do keep on smiling, coz you look dazzling when you do.
Patricia sat on a chair with her trembling arms. A lawyer had came to her house the other day with a bundle of documents saying she had inherited the properties of the mad old man in the big house who had died recently. She had found this letter amongst them.
Patricia leaned back on the chair. Her once beautiful face that had now lost its glow and charm with wrinkles and paler than earlier. She could still remember those old times. Back then she had seen a boy about 14 peering at her from the big house. The boy was beautiful. His thick curly black hair and catchy green eyes. She could still remember him. He was her anonymous, her first and and only love. The one she truly loved.
The one for her.
She regretted it. Regretted that she had not confessed. Regretted that her feelings for him would be no longer be known by him. For he has been long gone to the other world and she wished to follow him, to a world where they both could be together, where nothing could separate them, not even death itself. Tears ran down from her cheeks trickling down her chin smearing the lavender scented paper while a song of long lost love arose from the cassette.
