Wednesday, August 3, 2011

One Hundred and Eleven

My dear friends.

I want life to never take you.
I want you to keep your insight, to keep your naive notions of what trust is, of what friendship is. Loyalty and honour. I want you to never lose sight of morality, I want you to never give in, to never settle. I want to shield you from the world and all bad expereinces, and preserve your goodness and young heart.
You are so kind. You are so young.
And I'm sorry, I know this is coming off as condescending, as high and mighty, as obnoxiously more learned and educated and experienced, and there's no right for me to say it at all. But I just want to put it there. I don't ever want life to hurt you. You are still so trusting, still so open. And when you learn of life's unfairness, of the stain on the other side of the couch cushion, when you realize that everything you once believed in is nothing but a cloud in a dark blue sky, your world will shatter. And I don't want it to.
I love you, just as you are.
And I want you to never learn of this world we've built. Of these disappointments we have in store for you.

1 comment:

  1. I want you to know my world, the world I see.
    I think you'd like it.
    I'm trying to show you. Have you found it? Can you see?

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