a love letter

Once again, pardon my absence. I don't feel the need to explain myself for I believe I have done so in a few blog entries before this. I still don't have the time to splat all my thoughts or daily updates here, as much as I'd loved to. But rest assured, when I have just the right amount of time I need, everything will be posted up.

For now, I shall leave you with something I'd wrote for my grandma on her birthday.

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Dear Nanny,

Happy 77th Birthday!

I realize I’m a few days late in presenting you with your birthday gift or a token of love, as it may refer to you but please know that it was unintentional.

Every year, without fail, my thoughts and wishes flow through the ink of my pen and are written on a blank piece of paper with the utmost love. This year won’t vary from the others either because every so often, people do like being reminded of how much they are loved and cherished for all the things they’ve done. But I suppose the only question I need to ask myself now is, “What else that needs to be said, have I not said?”

As I mentally try and search for the answers, in hope of it being hidden in the recesses of my brain, none come to mind. Simply cause’ – as far as I can think of – there’s nothing left that hasn’t been said.

Lest I be questioned by a swarm of inquisitive people as to why I didn’t write any poems, I’m defending myself and confessing that I tried. I tried to pick up my pen and paper to write those lovely poems I always use to present to you but this time, there didn’t seem to be a purpose. It’s not because you’re not important or your birthday is not special but because I’ve already said everything (or most of the things) I’ve wanted to say… for now.

Although, I’m going to say something I’ve said countless of times before and will always say for as long as you need to be reminded of.

“I Love You”.

Often times this word, love, is overlooked, misused or simply just said without meaning but I hope that when you read this, you’ll know it comes from the very core of my heart.

I’ve had countless of people walk into my life and after a period of time, call themselves my best friends. More often than not, these people leave and not even footprints are left to trace those memories we’ve shared. But I’m happy to wake up every morning and have someone in my life, who is my grandma, to call my best friend.

May you wake up to beautiful morning sunshine’s and be surrounded by all those who love you.

P.S – I’m going to make you proud!

Written with love, Kristen .