This is not going to be a long letter. This is going to be the kind of letter that goes direct to the point only because there’s no other way to go but there. This is the kind of letter I won’t bother elaborating because I do not like you enough to make you feel comforted.
Then again you don’t know who you are. And I know his secret. And I’m going to say it. Not to break your heart or anything like that, but mostly just to say it. Because I need to say it. Because it’s the truth.
So here it goes.
He’s cheating on you. It’s not the first time he did. And you’re not the first girl he’s cheated on.
I think that’s the thing that I’ve always meant to say. To be honest, I have always felt I did you some sort of injustice, like I never was the person you deserve. You were too good for me; I was not good enough for you. So you see, I am happy for you.
It has been that long since I last saw you with such elation. And I am happy for you. You were a good friend to me, even if I can barely say the same about myself to you. You deserve to be as happy as you are. And I’m glad you took the time to be.
And I am happy for you, my dear, dear friend. The years between knowing each other were lost at some point, and it’s not really entirely on fate. I avoided you and I should not have. After all, judging by the way you knew me then and the way we talked, you were one of the closest people in my life.
And my dear dear friend, thank you for being happy for me too.
I am always depressed when I encounter really bad grammar. I mean who wouldn’t be? The mere fact that there’s text speak and there’s actually a growth rate in Jejemons already pisses me off. Come on! Marlowe, Shakespeare, Bronte, Alcott, Tolstoy… These people wooed and serenaded men and women through time. These people are just some of the classics, the greats. And it’s not because they SPoKE LYk a JEjem0NSTER P0Wh. JaJaJaJa~ p0WH.
So please fight for good grammar, spelling and diction! And punctuation! It’s a very important fight.
A handful of people expressed their concern when I posted this status on Facebook:
I think it’s clear to see that even God don’t love me or else why would He leave me this way.
So it shows that a lot of people care about me (yay!) and that a lot of people have not heard the music of Foy Vance (boo).
Foy Vance is not a newcomer in the music industry. He’s Irish (from Northern Ireland, to be exact) and Gabriel and the Vagabond is the first EP he released in 2006. I first heard this in a teeny bopper show (not quite sure if it’s the OC or something else). It caught my attention that very first time and it had never left my playlist since.
Thank you very much for all those who worried. No, I am not suicidal and no, I do not think the Good Lord will ever be in a state of mind where He would just leave me. Listen to the song (or view the lyrics below) and see just how rejoiceful this song is. Maybe you’ll include it in your playlist too.
There’s a man in the corner and his clothes are worn and he’s holding out his hand
You could see in his eyes as the people walk by, he knows they don’t understand
Ya see they just think he’s gonna take their money and go and spend it all on dope
Then a man stopped by and I saw a smile inside him, as he gently whispered hope
Well the tramp started to cry, just kept saying, “Why? why? why?
Could you see I’m a dying tonight? Well I’m 32 and I’ve got this one pair of shoes
And a bad taste in my mouth. I think it’s clear to see that even God don’t love me Or else why would He leave me this way.“
Then Gabriel just smiled and said “Be peaced my child. Salvation is here today.”
He got up to his feet and he sang Hallelujah. People were turning around in the street
He looked them in the eyes and he sang, “Hallelujah! There’s someone here that you gotta meet
Someone you just gotta meet.”
When the vagabond turned around well without a sign, Gabriel just smiled and disappeared
Then he looked to the crowd and they were laughing out loud
But he could not see them for tears
When his vision came round, there was a young girl on the ground
I knew she was fine and hard to cope She never was a fighter until he laid beside her, and gently whispered hope
They got up to their feet and they sang Hallelujah. People in the street were turning around.
They looked them in the eyes and they sang, “Hallelujah! There’s someone here we have found.”
They sang, “Hallelujah, Hallelujah! We are the voices crying in the wilderness! Hallelujah, Hallelujah.”
The people in the street started their sins to confess
And a chorus of, “Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah!”
Every knee will bow and every tongue confess and the voice of one crying in the wilderness
Crying, “Hallelujah, Hallelujah”
the salt of your skin 