"We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox."
— Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook)
And how difficult it is to find someone like that.
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"In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I'd write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn't ever want to lose that."
— Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook)
Sometimes, that's all you can do. And it doesn't matter much, but you hope, that in writing that letter, somewhere the truth is conveyed. Somewhere, you naively hope, that the wind that dries the ink of your words, will also whisper the message into their ears.
1 comment:
Touche.
That silence would be nice to have and on the wind and letters and seeing the old person in anyone new one finds - i'd written a blog on it oh how we try to frame new pictures in the old photoframes and how that's a failed activity.
Yet, we always have that old frame in which we always try to fit the new picture. Sigh.
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