1 A Message from the Past
Everything was dark. I am coated with loneliness and sadness.
Everything was cold. I am chilled with doubt and fear.
Everything was silent. I am muted with bondage of chains.
With these, you can catch a glimpse that I am residing in a place called 'desolation' where love, hopes, dreams and aspirations seem like a distant star so elusive to hold.
Until you came. You proved to me that I was wrong --
I was wrong that darkness, loneliness and sadness lurks in me when you run on my location bearing a torch in your arms- telling me that there is life and hope . . . that it is not difficult to love and to be loved . . . that dreams and aspirations will be at greener pasture as long as I believe and work on it,
I was wrong that doubt and fear shivers me when you rekindle the flame in my heart - reminding me that there is a fire that will ignites courage . . .that bravery outshines cowardice,
I was wrong that bondage of chains barred me to resonate a voice when you help me to have a breakthrough on my hesitations- fortifying a strength to break free from any tangles that hold back.
On that moment you told me that . . . I feel, I am loved. No words from my mouth can utter how grateful I am when you warmth my stone-cold heart. Yet, my eyes can't help its tears to fall down. The tears are the manifestation of the abundance of my heart and if ever you'll open it, there you will find your name.
I hope the flame in your torch will last so you can stay with me for a long time. However, fate is too harsh and pla . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
---------------------END OF THE LOVE LETTER-------------------
These are the unfinished words of love and gratitude found and read by Yuan Schutz in the archives of their school publication office. Yuan, a college student taking education course and an associate editor of The Wordsmith, the official publication of the Longford University, stay in the pub office an hour ahead before 5:00 P.M to prepare himself as a presiding officer for their pub meeting.
As he waits for the rest of his teammates to finish their classes, he looked for the recent magazine release but unexpectedly found an old, daunted and semi-rotten paper where this letter is written. It was ripped into two and the other half is nowhere to be found. He has doubts that the remaining 'confessions of love' are blotted in its other ripped paper.
It took too long for Yuan to move on his seat as he was still stuck on the story-- pondering on what had happened on the sprouting love. Did it end sadly? Or did it venture to next level of intimacy, romance and love?
But to know who was the owner and penmanship of it has stir more his interest. Knowing the fact that Longford University has stand for 350 years, could it be that the owner of the letter had been a student of the University? And once classrooms, library, canteen, pathway and even the pub office had been a witness of their enamored love?
How sweet is it to think of that it paints a smile on Yuan's lips while looking at the ceiling having a daydream to these anonymous lovers. It would be a satisfaction on his part if he could trace the students' accounts, find them if they are still alive and reconnect their past in the present.
Because of this afternoon encounter, he is eager to start his quest on finding the answer. His eyes glowed with extreme excitement and bets that it would be a buzz scoop as a news article or even a feature article for their publication. It will surely inspire the whole Longford student community that love sees no records of wrongs nor shortcomings (as blotted on the letter) , it resides in a connection it called haven and home.
