I remember you.
I say these words with fondness, of course.
It’s okay if you don’t know who I am though.
To one as young as you, I would have just been some gentle giant you used to play hide and seek with. That was your favourite game.
Anyway, I’m sure this is extremely out of the blue for you.
It was for me. The actual writing of this letter, I mean.
The words have been floating around in my head for so long, I thought they would stay that way.
But today – how do I say this? Today, I felt like I had to do this – like the words gave me an ultimatum; to pen them down, or they would leave me until the next wave of nostalgia washes them in again. To be honest, I wouldn’t have to wait very long for the words to return to me. I’ve become so sentimental lately. Everything is beautiful, and tender, and sad. Sometimes it’s nice. Other times it isn’t so easy to be the way I am. But it’s me.
Now. Back to the bit about the game you loved to play. I’m not sure if you recall, but I was always the seeker because you liked to hide. You were so bad at it though. You chose the same place to hide every single time – behind the door, in that little room with the tinted window. And you would giggle so loudly.
It was fun.
Being with you was fun. I guess I’ll end this letter with a thank you.
That I got to be your giant, simply because you loved so freely. It was worth all those rounds of hide and seek.