For a memory that never dies.

2 years ago, i had a blog called Art lover. It was about art, language, life, and someone i used to fall for; someone old, someone belongs to the very past. I deleted it after a while since i decided to move on and started some new things with the person who has my heart today. The relationship chain is pretty complicated then and now.

So i read all my emails for the past 2 years today and found a noticing email from wordpress about a comment on a post of mine. A comment came from someone else that used to like me. This


Anh, i don’t know if you ever read this post but i’m sorry for all i did, i’m so sorry that i hurt you. I did like you too, maybe my feelings for you is not as strong as yours for me, but i did have some special feelings for you. I just couldn’t realize it in time nor dare to tell as my heart set on someone else. Sometimes when i think again, i know i was stupid losing you, losing someone who’s too good to be true, someone who was likes a twin to me, someone who would not hang up until i fell asleep. It is right to say love needs the right time. The one who i am dying for now often tells me “we need some certain time, with some certain people”. Maybe it was just not the right time for us, and it caused us pains  to move on and experience new things in life. I was a big kid who was crazy in love with some weird perfection i created for my own, and then you came, in an unexpected situation, in an unexpected time, played a nice melody that my silly heart could not feel, as it had a different beat. I don’t regret meeting you nor saying no; i have never regretted anything in my life. I just feel sad i pushed you away, i feel sad that i did hurt someone likes you, i feel sad that our hearts cannot beat the same beats, and i feel sad that i could never feel the love i want. It would be better if i loved you the way you loved me, but i didn’t, i loved someone else who i could never have. Even now when i have been through some different relationships with different ones, some deep, some not, i still… have never felt the love i think i derseve. Is that what i have to pay for what i did? for passing by those who truly love me and chasing those who don’t ? Perhaps it’s right….

I miss you now, i miss us, i miss somewhere that only we know. So now you don’t need to ask me how to make me miss you; as i always do, i just don’t yell it out loud….

Keep climbing all the mountains you love dude, you still need to make me a bowl of fish soup (:


Genuine friendship.

Deep down I think we all possess a strong desire to connect, to interact, to be known.

In this era of digital connections, it may be hard to find a true friend, but we must ask ourselves how do we define one in the first place?

We can trick ourselves into thinking that our long list of online acquaintances are genuine friends. They might know our birthday, what we look like, what we had for dinner last night, or what we tweeted five minutes ago; but they don’t really know us.

Genuine friends are like family, they know our business. They know our fear. They can read how we really feel by a simple glance.

They know our heart, our core, our soul because we share everything

Writer Anais Nin wrote about the power of genuine friends:

“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.”

And isn’t that how it is? True friends open a new world within us. A new pair of eyes stares back at us in the mirror; our friends reflect a glimpse of who we really are and inspire us to become what we never thought we could be.

I met my friend Beth during my sophomore year at high school in Upstate New York. We didn’t have the same style, and we weren’t into the same things, but we clicked. She got me; she knew how to make me laugh, and how to listen.

A few months into the school year, my parents told my siblings and me that we were going to move to the West Coast. This was not something I wanted to hear. My new-found friend Beth heard about my up-coming move.  She vowed to write and keep in touch.

Eventually moving day came. My family drove off, and finally, thousands of miles later, we arrived safely to our new home.

And then it started.

Letters from Beth began to arrive almost on a weekly basis. Her notes were filled with encouragement, funny stories, and love. Every time I had a rough day, she somehow knew and a new card would arrive or a phone call rang through.

Beth showed me what hope and strength were when i feel apart and fell all alone in my new surroundings. She opened my heart to see both value and beauty in parts of me I never thought were worth much at all. She changed my world by actively living out an example of selfless love, of true friendship. She inspired me, and in many ways freed me to be myself, to weather life’s storms with confidence.

Beth took my hand from afar and walked with me through both good and bad times. She was faithful to her word.

And you know what? Twenty years later, she still writes me.

Beth and I hardly knew each other when I left Upstate New York. Now, years later, through countless letters, phone conversations, and a few visits, we are genuine friends.

“It takes a long time to grow an old friend,” wrote John Leonard.

These words ring true! Genuine friendship is not an instant achievement, but a precious motion of continuous freedom. We cannot underestimate the value of time as it smooths out our character and acts as an artist’s brush.

Time paints an exquisite picture of the vibrant colors we express when we intimately share with sincerity the hearts of our friends.

 Allie Oliver- Burns