Mixed Media Painting (Detail) by Choichun Leung
Missed Connections in Manhattan
I Will Write To You Every Day
I feel everything so much.
Sometimes it’s overwhelming
The happiness that makes me cry
The sadness that brings me to silence
The tears that well up when I see an act of love
I can’t be afraid to allow love into my life
I have to give it freely and without fear
Love without fear
Just the thought brings on panic
Everyday that passes
I know you’re getting closer
Maybe you’re here already
I know that only when I learn to love without fear
And not be afraid to feel
Then, will you emerge from the mist of constant hesitation
I am a woman. Not so young, but not so old. I love life. And I love people. I love everything this world has to offer.
And one thing that is missing is someone to share that with. And I have been foolish. I have been foolish throughout my life, and careless with people and relationships. I have taken things for granted and not realized what I had until it was gone.
So, I am convinced that I must have met you, but not realized that you were the one. And so, I will write to you every day until we meet again.
Starting today January 12, 2014, I will write to you every day and let you know that I am here and that I want you to share my life.
One day, maybe I will share yours…
Her Two Cents
At the start of the new year, this letter and poem appeared on the NYC feed. I was immediately intrigued and curious to see if our anonymous writer would communicate more and how this creative and personal project might evolve. A few additional messages appeared over the following days, and then, like many a New Year’s resolution, faded away never to be heard from again. Did our poet find their love? Did they give up altogether? Did they decide to use more traditional avenues like online dating and Meet-up groups? All we have left is the original intention. What came of it we’ll most likely never know.
