ONE — A Letter to Mr. Spaceman

She wrote a letter to a spaceman. Well, Spaceman was a name taken from The Byrds' Mr. Spaceman, one of her favorite songs, and in fact, he was not living on Earth. The address, she didn't know for sure. But she knew very well that he lived somewhere far away from the Earth. She gave it to the mockingbird that passed her window.

"Listen to the voice of the Earth. You'll find him," she said as she put the letter into the bird's mouth. And the mockingbird sang an unknown melody as if telling her that he understood. The mockingbird flew away to find Mr. Spaceman.

'Dear Mr. Spaceman,

I hope this letter will find you and find you well.

I'm writing this letter to tell you how much I thank you.

You made me feel alive for one more time. For the longest time, I've never felt that way, and you, out of the blue, came and gave me the touch of happiness that I've longed for. You brought back to me something that had been lost a long time ago.

Lately, there is this tune that reminds me of you and I play over and over again. Even when the song is over, the melody lingers on. It stuck in my head. Like the voice of the heart, it warms me in a way I can't describe.

I barely even know you. You know that pretty well and everybody knows it. Oh no, no, I won't tell you about how love is blind and love is irrational and all. But really, I lost my mind and the time we talked for the very first time. That was something I couldn't describe to myself as well.

I don't care what people think. They can talk funny about it and let's leave it at that.

I know you don't want to fall in love or at least you don't let yourself. Or maybe I am not the right one for you and you don't feel the same as I do. Love is tricky, you know.

Anyway, this is not a love letter. So I won't tell you about how you actually made the butterflies in my tummy dance when you looked at me. And how you made my heart stop beating for a few seconds when you sang my favorite tune. No, no, I won't tell you stuff like that. But anyway, you actually did do those kinds of stuff to me but I won't bother you.

And you made me happy, really, really, really happy when we sang together in that car. When we had that ice cream and when we had that dinner at a 24-hour burger joint that night. I was content. That was one of the best moments in my life. But I don't want to sound cheesy, though. You can skip this part.

Thanks to you, of course, you made me happy and I couldn't stop smiling. Every morning I wake up feeling so happy that I start dancing to the possibility of meeting you again one more time.

Hey, Mr. Spaceman, I hope we can meet again on a sunny day. But I really can't do anything about it. Maybe on your planet, there is a storm happening or, I don't know, maybe you just can't get out of that faraway place of yours. But I do wish you are fine there and everything is warm and nice and you eat good food and have ice cream. Hey, if we ever have a chance to meet again, I'll treat you to this dark chocolate ice cream I just found lately. It tastes so good that you would cry with happiness when you eat it. Or it's just me who's exaggerating. But it's nice, really. You'll love it.

Thank you for letting me feel excited about life, and about things that matter. And giving me another reason to be happy. I do wish we have one more chance to talk about life. About yours, mine, and the possibility of ours.

I wish you all the good luck in the world for anything exciting that awaits you. Thank you for that brief moment you gave me and the aftertaste. It was sweet and nice.

And that's all I can write to you. Sorry, I can't write a decent letter. I wish I could write nicely like what Franny wrote to Lane. But okay, whatever, hope you'll get the message, though.

x,

Yours truly..

P.S: Remember, I'm staying here on this planet. Just give me a ring whenever you feel like needing company, I'll be there. I know the signal is bad there on your planet but I'll try to catch it. And please be sure to take a good care of your things and have a fresh drink. You need it.'

That was what she wrote to the Spaceman. Well, she was waiting by the window. Hoping that the mockingbird found his way to the one she has been thinking of. And she played 'Till There was You' by the Beatles and hummed to the melody.

Then there was music and wonderful roses

They tell me in sweet fragrant meadows

Of dawn and dew

There was love all around

But I never heard it singing

No, I never heard it at all

Till there was you.