A letter to a stranger, part 2
Dear stranger,
Superficial as it may seem, I generally distinguish a good day from a bad one based on whether or not I hear the sound of your voice. Yes, I’m a sad case, but that’s how my life has unwillingly evolved.
On those good days, I manage to catch you on the line while I answer the phone, to which I pass you off to the person you’re looking for. Actually, I do so with an obvious hint of heartbreak, with me wanting to spend a couple more seconds on the phone with you with the desire of hearing you utter even just a few more words.
There is just something so pure and distinct about the way you speak, your enunciation perhaps mirroring your angelic demeanor. Although unfiltered, your voice is just is, without that graininess that can be distracting. It has that subtle sweetness that resonates perhaps a warm and caring personality that I can only imagine. And when we spoke earlier today in your native Cantonese, those five seconds made me feel like I was fluent in a language I hardly know.
Anyway, just wanted to say hey and hope everything is good with you. Till the next time I say ‘hello’ and ‘please hold’…
Take care,
Barry
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Dear stranger,
I heard from a friend that you still work at the place neighboring my former place of employment. She added that you do indeed look like Scarlett Johansson, very much so like I had described you to her.
I still remember how going to work every morning then, I would steal a glance inside your office to see if you’re there. And more often than not, you are. I don’t know about now, but you used to occupy that corner seat with the wide open view of the next door building. Your workstation was the perfect place, at least for me since when walking past your office entrance, my line of vision to you was unobstructed.
You weren’t even that stunning to begin with. It’s just something about you, your cute smile I guess, that could melt a person a thousand miles away.
And yes, I’ve also managed to hear you speak once. It was the time when I rode with you and your co-worker inside the elevator, and you were conversing in your native Spanish. I had no idea what you were talking about, something work-related perhaps. Nevertheless, you managed to capture me with the way the words roll of your tongue.
Anyway, I’m just glad you’re still doing ok and haven’t left the Philippines yet. Just hoping that everything is well and good with you.
Take care,
Barry
That’s quite sweet. I don’t know if I’ve been watching too much Wong Kar Wai, but I do think of Mandarin as a terribly romantic language.