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Dear Forrest,

Once again, I just want to tell you that you are the bravest, strongest and happiest man i have ever seen. I guess a lot of people want to be like you. you, a man with a really beautiful soul full of love.

Don’t worry about Jenny. She is fine. Jenny, she is the luckiest woman in the world. Because she does, and will always, have you. Jenny is the only person that matters to you, hurts you and makes your heart deeply filled with an outpour of grief. And I truly sympathize that, Forrest dear.

I know that to you, Jenny has always been the sole and most beautiful girl, since the very first met of you two on the bus that day. That feeling, when the world is all against you but there is still that one who stands by you. And I envy of your lovely childhood. You guys swung under those canopies of leaves, studied on the trees, or passed by all those big beautiful meadows full of wind and sunshine in hot summer days. And even in one stormy night when Jenny came to your house to sleep. And also when you and Jenny prayed together, then she became a bird…then flied away…

Jenny has flown. She keeps flying away, away with her freedom, out of you, out of your sight, leaving you alone. But you still care for her. I see the look in your eyes when you fought with those unforgivably rude guests at jenny’s house. Even though she was so angry, then I still understand that you were just trying to protect your girl. I vividly remember that moment, when you were sitting there, watching your girl becoming a true country singer when she was playing guitar, singing “Blowin’ the wind” of Bob Dylan on that small stage. You must have been really happy… Yes, the person we love’s happiness means ours. Seeing them happy means we are being happy too…

Then you came to Vietnam, and your thoughts still headed to Jenny. You can’t get used to the weather here, dear. 6 months of sun, 6 months of rain. It’s a beautiful sunny day, then all of a sudden, the rain pours heavily, and you will not see the sun in 6 months later. Nothing but rains, and rains. Rains of the sky, rains of those bombs, and rains of those bullets. Rains from the trees above, rains from the left, rains from the right, rains from the ground below. There were moments between the death and the live, just in a glimpse, but you still thought of Jenny. No one else but that wild hippie girl who always on her go to anywhere, from Alabama to Texas, from California to Chicago.  And I wonder if she knows that wherever she goes, there is a person who always thinks of her, be with her through every thick and thin, and wishes to be her guardian angel…

Demobilised from the army, you came back to US. I truly seize the feeling when you were embracing Jenny in Capital Washington. You met her, just for one day, but I think Jenny understands your deep sentiment for her. I know you can sacrifice anything just to, simply, make her happy. I really understand that…

And once again, Jenny left you. “Your girl”, left you again, continued her own journey. I don’t know whether Jenny is right or wrong, whether she is selfish or not, whether she mistreated you by leaving you again. But I know, to you, Jenny is the one and only…

You travelled on Jenny boat, floated among the oceans and the seas, and in every sunrises and even sunsets, you went on the deck and thought about her. You watched the sun slowly descending for sleep and thought about Jenny. You passed by all the mountains, in which the lakes were deep blue, the sky and the water faded into each other with millions sparkling stars seemingly reflecting from the lakes,  and thought about her. You crossed those deserts where you did not even know where the heaven started and where the land ended, you thought about her. Again. I know, wherever you go, you thoughts will leads you to Jenny, eventually.

Jenny came to you. Then left you later on. Maybe it’s the deepest agony, but overcoming it is the strongest thing as well. And you know that Jenny worth it. No matter how many times she has left you, how much she makes you concern, and how much she hurts you. You solely cried when Jenny went away. The only one could ever really make you cry. Tears, but I know Jenny worth it. There is nothing to regret once you give all the best of you for your lover. Because they worth it…

Forrest, you are so great. And so is your Jenny…

And to me, I do also have my own Jenny …

 

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