Love Letter

You know those people who you meet, who change your life?

People who probably won’t remember you in a year, or a month, but you’ll remember them forever, because they inspire you.

“What do you dislike?” she asked.

“when people are mean to other people.” he said. 

That was all he said. He didn’t dislike anything else. She listed off a plethora of habits and personality traits that she disliked in other people, and he didn’t have a single one.

He could see multitudes of value in every single person. When he talked to you, you felt special. When he asked you was how you were doing, he wasn’t filling air, he really wanted to know. And you knew he talked to everyone like that, but it didn’t mean that he was fake, and it didn’t mean that everyone was of the same penny-value.

It meant that every person really was special to him.

If there were more people like that in the world, imagine how great the world would be. 

Imagine if everyone’s only pet peeve, was people being mean to other people.

He’s brave too. He’s vulnerable, he’s passionate. He’s earnest.

Living in the moment doesn’t mean doing crazy things, it doesn’t mean being careless about the future, or making rash choices.

It just means listening when people talk, and talking for people to listen.

“It’s just life,” he said, “just have fun with it, don’t worry.”

He had great blue eyes, and he looked at me with the sort of honesty that makes the your guard sigh and fall away.

Genuine.

He doesn’t like things. He doesn’t like stuff. He doesn’t like nostalgia. Why look back on things you can’t change, he says. I know I lived those memories to the fullest, as best as I could, and they were great times, but they’re past now. I’ll remember them fondly, but I don’t want to miss out on right now. I’ve got to live this to the fullest too.

(He thinks we could legalize all drugs.)

(He went rock climbing-real rock climbing- in the middle of the week.)

(He went to europe without a euro in his pocket, just lived under a bridge.)

(He saw something special in a girl who wouldn’t let the world see how great she was.)

(He made cupcakes in a bread pan, because he didn’t have a cupcake pan.)

He speaks calmly and wisely, and a little carefree, and I am perfectly captivated.

They aren’t stories for him, they’re just reality.

You know those people who you meet, who change your life?

Maybe I don’t know them very well, maybe I won’t know them for very long, but I promise you, I love them.