The Mail Box
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I'm nearly done with my last painting and my body is a mix of blue and purple. My hands are too tired I cannot even lift a glass of
water. It's 2 days before the exhibit. I'm nervous and excited. I'm finally doing what I love to do. I have always been
searching. It took me so long to be able to get to know myself and what I love to do but everyday is still a new discovery.
Everyday I am still thankful. I know I just wanted to paint. Paint until my hands are able.
It's been a long time since my last relationship. Honestly, I am not looking forward to anything or anyone yet. I just want to focus
on painting and maybe eventually be known in the local art circle. I think I still have a long way to go but with continuous practice I
know I can.
Monday
8am
With a cup of tea in hand, I checked the mailbox today.
3 envelopes. 2 for bills, the other one,
a letter.
I went inside to check from who it came from, but it didn't have any name on it.
The envelope was lavender and it smells of mystery and curiosity.
I opened the envelope and it was a letter, for me?
"Hi, you are the painter who's part of the exhibit tomorrow right?
I have been a fan since I saw your works on the internet.
Your hands are graceful. I hope to meet you soon.
YJ"
Who the hell is this guy? How did he even know my address? Is he a neighbor?
A friend of a friend? It's kind of creepy getting letters from a stranger.
Will he send a letter again? How can I reply back?
9pm
I'm getting ready for the exhibit tomorrow. I arranged the frames properly so when it's picked up tomorrow morning
everything is set. This is it. My dreams are slowly coming true.
Tuesday
8:30 am
Time for coffee. This is it. I'm just waiting for Himchan's call on when he'll pick up the paintings for tonight.
He's my bestfriend and also he's going to be showcasing his work. We've been friends since we were 5 years old.
He was always there for me, I for him. Our friends have been telling us to date, but Himchan and I are just friends, nothing more than that.
Himchan's calling, he's outside. I'll bring the paintings to his car first.
6:00 pm
After an astonishing poetry performance form a boy named Moon Jongup, everyone started to go around and look at the paintings. I was wondering
if the mysterious letter sender named YJ is here. Roughly 40 people are roaming around. I can hear everyone's voice, some people are laughing,
some murmuring, some just observing closely every made on each painting. Of course Himchan is a charmer. You can see girls
beside him listening attentively and smiling at the same time at the sight of Himchan's face. They're funny.
Is he here?
I want to meet him. YJ. There's an urge in me to get to know who made an effort to write me that letter.
Is he here?
But wait, I'm hungry. I need food.
10:00 pm
The gallery is about to close. Himchan told me he'll drive me home then he'll head to the bar and have some more drinks with our friends. I am tired and
weak so I'd rather rest than go out and drink.
Himchan dropped me off. I was about to open the door and another envelope lies at my doorstep. I picked it up and went inside.
I sat on my couch and opened the envelope. It was indeed another letter.
"Love is a falling star you saw after waiting for a year,
a treasure map hidden in the labyrinth of a nimbus cloud,
a sand of stars washed by the heavy rain,
a dream played upon our pillows like an evening-mare,
Love is a sight of you in a crowd. Last night.
YJ"
I was speechless. My body felt numb. I couldn't move.
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