Le Hannon, Hrirl Vuin

If i could type out the entire title in Sindarin,

It'll look splendid.

Oh well, here reaches the limits of Blogger.

It has a very weighted meaning, especially now.


This girl came into my life just about 13 months before.

People tell their children,

When babies are brought into the world,

A stork carries them in a bundle to their parents.

This girl of mine, she is my baby.

And, she came as a gift to me from JC Man Above.

It didn't take him much hinting, or a dream, or a message through prayer,

She just, was there to catch my eye.

She was my everything.

Correction, she still very well is my everything.

She has given me joy, happiness,

And, though, sometimes, things may hurt,

I still see her through the same pair of eyes that saw her 13 months ago.

She has never changed. Maybe she has, but that's between the both of us only.


If i choose to look at our relationship from a pessimistic perspective,

For 10 months, we took turns to hurt each other.

There's no way we ourselves could deny that.

But i choose not to see the gift horse in the mouth.

Although we do hurt each other from time to time,

We're still a pact, and i don't see that changing at all.

For anyone who's up to date,

The last turn taken was by me, i hurt her.

It was clearly my fault.


However, this post isn't to reiterate what had been previously written.

It's to...acknowledge, if i should say,

Or, just, speak my mind,

About how much this girl means to me.

Just this afternoon, i told her:

"How can you love an idiot like me so badly, really."

I'm not giving in to her protest, not now, not never,

But, it's the very fact that after everything i've done,

She still is there for me, heart non-changing.

It's that characteristic within her that i admire.

She tore my heart to pieces when she told me she still loved me today.

Well, torn in a good way.

Like, she stripped my emotions bare for me,

And i woke up, well, as in, i just,

It was a cartarsis. A soul-cleansing.

I felt a pinch in my heart when she said it.

I felt a pang of guilt, remorse, love, sadness.

But with those very words she said, she liberated me.

She just took away all the emotions inside me except one, of course.

The one that makes me say 'i love you' to her at every juncture of life.


It's this gift, or, characteristic she has that makes her beautiful.

She's just like, a mother, who'd beat her child for a mistake made,

Yet she'd turn around and hug the child that very same moment,

Because she loves him.

She takes in all the hurt i throw at her mindlessly,

She endures, and she doesn't complain.

It's this quietness that makes you feel really guilty.

You know you've hurt someone. Yet, that person doesn't make a sound.

That hurts the most.

Yet, she still comforts your pain (ironically), she just,

She just tells you it didn't hurt, and she already forgave you ages ago.

It's this very part of her that i admire.

This is what makes her special,

And, you wouldn't notice these things just with daily fleeting thoughts of her.

She is a beautiful girl, but,

Her soul is perfect.


My main purpose of writing this post, or letter, or psuedo-speech,

Is to thank that girl who's made me feel extra special,

For almost, 10 months.

Thank you dear, for just being yourself to me.

There's nothing more i would want from you everyday,

But your love, and occassional forgiveness for the stupid things i do to hurt you.

(Maybe some courage too, to slap me once in a while to put me back in line.)


Thank you, dear girl. Le hannon, hrirl vuin.

I love you.