To you.

I was considering on writing you a text message, just to let you know of this strange twist of fate that will bring us together (in 1 hour and 40 minutes to be exact), but on second thoughts, I decided not to. Perhaps, it is best that we apply the default setting of life, and maybe it will not be uninteresting to see how you would react if you should happen to bump into a stranger who seems and sounds familiar. I wonder, and it is not without the curiosity of a greatly excited boy/scientist - how would you react? Will I be good enough an actor to fool you? Will you recognize me through my facade?

We've never met before although we have been friends for a very long time. I keep trying to remember things about you, what you looked like, how you spoke and what you felt. I knew we would meet someday, although it was not a prophetic conclusion. Merely a hypothesis riddled with skepticism, though it was something I kept thinking about.

We've grown in very different ways and I am certain our keeping out of touch is no mere coincidence. We love each other dearly, of that I am certain - but the question is, could we love each other more if we knew more about the other? Or would we grow to love each other less?

Rather than face something that real and tangible we both decided to do what seemed the best way of dealing with our differences - we froze our relationship in this cryogenic container, letting our ideals of the other grow in our minds and know as little about the other as possible, occasionally putting in a greeting or two just so we know that the other is alive, but never exploring the other, not like we used to at the very least.

What I find most fascinating however is that although we've grown up in very different ways, but by us wanting to save the world with our own methods, we have, amazingly, arrived at one, significant, point - today. Our first meeting. The coincidence that I will forever rationally dismiss yet subconciously can never let go. Fate, Destiny, the very things whose existence I doubt, yet whose occasional occurence will continue to haunt me, you, you, my dear, living contradictory proof of the weakness of my logical thought.

I don't know if I've told you this, but I thought of a phrase that day, and could think of no one to dedicate it to. I wish I could tell you this tomorrow, but perhaps, rather than break open our cryogenic container and risk losing it all on one go, perhaps I could act out that Khairie that you know and remember. Whatever happens my dear, when you read these words, know that I was glad to have met you, if only it was my first and last time doing so.

And in case I haven't told you, I wanted to say:

If life was a symphony, then knowing you would be a peak cresecendo in its midst.

Yours truly,
Khairie