Sometimes, it seems as if you caught the eye of a rich guy and he decided to Pretty Woman you. Transformation must be a difficult process because you seem very unsafe to be around these days. There is so much of you that is already unrecognizable, but you’ll definitely be much fancier than what I’m familiar with once he gets done with you.
I want to be petty - no one’s spending money on making me pretty. But, just like you, I’m trying to create paths that let people move around in my life without having to take care of that many warning signs. So, I understand that it could be an ugly process, and the restructuring will leave others in inconvenience. I’ll take that for you. Besides, all the marble and monuments can fool the new people who meet you into thinking you’re a pretty thing to look at, but I know how difficult you are to people closer to your heart after the rain and before the re-patching. And the man with the money doesn’t seem to have the intention of fixing those for you. No one will.
Maybe we are more similar than I used to think. We might be made of clashing colours, but our lights have dimmed out the same way. I hope we both find it again in some capacity.
But I also hope you know that Julia Roberts was beautiful and cool to begin with. You’ve been doing your best with all the responsibilities people piled up on you for their benefits and battles. Go for the pearls and the diamonds. It feels nice when once in a while, people just look at you and tell you that you’re pretty. Surface level happiness is still better than being the face of gloom the last few years made you.
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P.S. This was Anamika, being over dramatic and not understanding the concept of keeping your weird thoughts about personifying places to yourself. If you read this, why? and also, I’m so sorry. Sundays are supposed to be fun, not wierd. The poem that I was working on is also addressed to what this letter is addressed to. Hehe..
I think if I don’t complete that, it’s gonna stay in my head. I need to get it out of my head, just like I needed to get the concept of loving in Boolean values out of my head. I hardly think about that once I shared here. People probably didn’t read it, but I put it out in the world and now I can move on.
I wish I was someone with grander ideas and that sharing them would make a difference to the world. But, writing once in a while, and just for the sake of it, feels nice too. I hope I didn’t make anymore grammar errors here because this is too weird for me to read again.
The ‘P.S.’ has gone longer than the actual piece, if you could call it that. I got to go. Too much irl stuff to take care of these days. Not that I was much regular here when I was living on Twitter. Anyway, seriously signing off now. Byee!
