To the boy who lives half a world away..
I have always loved and hated words. Sometimes I’d go days spilling ink– confessing my love, going into detail how beautiful you are, or random nonsense–and sometimes I have my moments where I can’t think of particular things to write about. But it never meant I wasn’t full of words. I was full of words and thoughts but I guess it all depends on how I construct each sentence or execute my prose and poetry. And you amaze me, with your special way with words.
I like the way you call me “princess” or “sunshine”. You’re my dad, my hero, with your encouragement and praise so I can be more confident with myself, and how you make me feel small and vulnerable enough to remind me that I also need other people to grow as a person.
I like the way you ask, “How was your day?” or “Did you have a decent sleep?” You’re my mama, with your constant reminders to take care of myself and to always stay safe, and how you’re always concerned about the weather or what I have for lunch or dinner, or if I’m catching on sleep when I stay up late than usual.
I like it when you call me “dude” or “bruh”. You’re my brother, with your obnoxious personality (like all brothers have) and the way you can be casual and comfortable and laid-back around me, that sweet special bond between siblings, and how you always got my back.
I like it when you go, “omg pls” or “smh autocorrect ugh”. You’re my sister, with the way you get frustrated over petty things but still laugh at them, or how you fill me in with bits and pieces of stories about recent happenings in your life, or sometimes in other people’s lives, in a language only sisters understand.
I like it when you tell me, “I had a dream tho…” or “Lemme tell you something…” You’re my best friend, with the way you trust me enough to share me your dreams and nightmares, and your secrets, or how you tell me your plans and schemes because you know that everything you tell me will be safe with me and that I’ll keep them forever.
Most importantly, I like the way you say my name. You’re like everything at once when you do it–my dad, my mama, my bro, my sis, my bestie–but most especially, you’re Ulises. You’re you. You’re the careless one who put that extra ‘h’ to my name because, well, everyone makes mistakes. You’re the stalker who goes through my posts and galleries to learn something about me everyday. You’re the boy who loves me from a distance, literally.
And I love every side and facet of your personality I’ve come to know and I’ve yet to know.