Title: ps, i love you.
Description: NEW PLOT.
Guest - January 1, 2008 05:44 AM (GMT)
Life has changed again, love.There were ten of them, broken, misplaced, all holding on to what happened,
rather than what was. Ten lives that never touched previously, all living
in different cities for different reasons – for love, for hate, for happiness,
for pain. They all had plans for themselves, for the lives they had dreamed
of since they were kids, or until they met the person that stole their heart.
They thought love was invincible, whether it was romantic or not, and
they thought they had the strength to beat anything, defy all odds, because
before this, they never knew what it felt like to feel dead on the inside, to look
back and wonder what happened, where it went wrong. They didn’t know
any better, sleeping with dreams they thought were reality, sleeping
with the warm sensation of feeling comfortable with the idea of things seeming
too good to be true.
Their lives never touched until the aftermath, until that “too good to be true” idea
became the favorite phrase of every conversation. Everything they had thought
they knew was a dream, in essence, an idea they had hoped to keep forever,
and grew too set with their lives. The only thing ever constant was change,
but they had all thought they had found somebody to change with, and
then they lost them. In one way or another, each of them lost something they
loved most. They killed what they gave their heart to, and without that,
they didn’t know what was worth living.
So they all stopped. They put their lives on hold hoping that it would all just go
away, that tomorrow would turn into a month ago, and they could save their
losses before they happened again, but time machines didn’t work out in reality,
and the future kept becoming their present. The days seemed shorter and
the nights seemed longer, and it was like Palahniuk said, “losing all hope
is freedom.”
They needed to be awakened, to find themselves, but none of them wanted
to roll out of bed, until they got a letter – or letters.
Each of the ten people found them, some addressed directly to them,
some addressed to no one. They were letters of stories, telling them
to do things out of their comfort zone. Some provoke memories, others
draw out a smile, but all leave an impression, a trail of somewhere they
all should be going, or places that they should go. They don’t understand it
but in some way, the letters, they’re helping, they’re bringing these
ten people, the ten lost souls, out of their own angst and into the world again.
They’re making a smile in a whisper and a deal with genuine.ps, i love you.