To: You, 7 years later.
Last night I chose to stay awake, diving too far, far away on my old Facebook pages just to find your silly comment on my writing notes. Been a while since I’m thinking about you and just like a wind… a smooth one, you’re peeking at my memories again. It’s not that I forget about you. It’s just… I’ve been so busy lately. Pardon my lame excuse, okay? I keep mumbling “Let’s go to sleep after reading this one” to myself but that was just another excuse. Re-reading it keeps my eyes wide open ‘till 02.00 AM even tough it is Monday tomorrow. Crap, it already is Monday right now. Where should I start, Re? Well, now I legally call you just by your name since I’m older than you, you know. Funny, isn’t it? Life’s been so pretty to me. Pretty annoying sometimes as its finest. But here I am, writing again. Finally. Because it seems like… Just like you will read this note at the end of the day before you go to sleep, like you always do.
I woke up late, of course. You might laugh at me and scolded me for how foolish I was if you’re here. I’ve always been a fool, you know. I’m thirty now, plus one some-date-on-four-months-later. I could imagine you’re going to shake your head while smiling. Saying I’m so silly and I shouldn’t stay late again on weekdays. And the so-stubborn-me would not buying that and choose to stay awake a little longer until I saw one line at my phone screen from you which written so beautifully; “Nighty night, Pooh”. Hey, could you not startle me with any kind of everything? I almost got a heart attack this morning when I checked my phone—your name pops up there. I freeze for some second thinking what is your name doing on my notification at this morning? So, I took a screenshot, won’t dare to click the notification. Next second, I find myself sent the screenshot to Deph.
It was Deph who told me that today is your birthday. “It’s his birthday without him again.” And she asked me can you just pick her up? I don’t know if the question is for me, or she was just talking to you—through me. You know, I stopped writing for a while, by a while I mean for a long time. I don’t know when the last time I write. But you made me open this blank white paper again; setting up all the layout, font, line and paragraph. Now I’m on my 438 words here. I should write. I should at least say hello to you. I should say something… anything. Let me just pour the rain, colors, or scramble words you name it, alright? Because like I said before. It seems like… Just like you will read this at the end of the day before you go to sleep, like you always do.
I want to make a confession first. Me and Deph made a playlist consist of 62 songs (maybe going to be more than this as time goes by) it was just 3 hours 55 minutes long if you listen to our “REminiscene” playlist. I’m on my 14th song already, got no idea about Deph, though. She might be crying again right now since she doesn’t reply my message. She always has her own way to see you or talk to you one step ahead from me since the beginning. And I want to thank you for that. For replying her message where I couldn’t. To continue to make some masterpiece with her where I got stuck. And for saying that you are so blessed to get to know me and Deph better. Can this part count as confession number two?
You know, I think that me staying awake last night is not just for diving in your old messages. Maybe it was your way to keep me awake on your birthday. What a weirdo. Confession number three: I’m sorry that I forget today is your day. Hehe. My bad. I told you it was Deph who remind me it is your birthday today. You can’t choose a nicer way to remind me, can you? You can just come to my dream or whatever. But the way you keep me awake: read all of your old messages even when I slightly forget the idea about what happened on every April 28th which is today, is mesmerize me even more. So, you really don’t let me to forget a thing. You haven’t forgotten about me as well, huh? I guess so. I hope so.
You are going to read this, right? I don’t mind if you read this right now or at lunch time or in the evening when you playing with your cat, just… read this, will you?
Happy birthday, Peter Pan. I miss you.
—cloudsans April 28th, 2025 / 11.32