Dearest Matthew,
It has indeed been an excessively long time since I've last written you. You and all your perfection--how could I forget? I've read about you again. How I wished you existed today.
I've actually come to the conclusion that in some way, you do exist! In fact, the only reason why I said you didn't exist was because I described you in such a way that you just simply couldn't. But in one way or the other, you do roam this confusing earth.
Interesting enough, you'll only be perfect to me. Therefore, wherever you go, you'll only receive such compliments from I. No one would understand us though, right? Even WE wouldn't understand each other! I wouldn't want your real name to be Matthew, it would kill the surprise! Along with all the details I've given you. The only thing not to ruin the surprise are the tiny things I might have written that I never bothered to connect them to real life.
Plus, if you existed, I wouldn't meet you until 2011, and my sister wouldn't be engaged then either. My life would be completely different, starting with the fact that I'd be in Santa Barbara right now. Silly, right? I know nothing of the future!
I wrote you something near New Year's of 2007... Because I like the number 7, perhaps. But I felt it would be OUR year! When you know I'm me, and I know you're you, we MUST share what happened in 2007 with each other.
Your existence will make its appearance on perfect timing, if it hasn't already. I'm sure of that! Stay perfect in all that you do. That's how I'll find you!
Love Always,
Stephanie Ann
P.S.
Perfect Stephanie.
(Haha.)
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Matthew Luke Dryden Jr.
Matthew Luke Dryden Jr.
Matthew was a perfect height, right at six feet. His hair was a rich brown, and his eyes were a unique blue-green color. He worked out ever so often to maintain good shape, and always kept a nice haircut. He was clean when not working hard, and the aroma of his cologne (or deodorant body spray) was never too strong. His attire consisted of dress shirts, casual button-up shirts, and some T-Shirts for his relaxing days. His pattern was usually stripes, or plain, with occasional plaids. He usually wore jeans, and only slacks for formal events or meetings with his job.
Matthew always kept good grades all throughout school and was quite successful. He was intelligent mostly in math and art, but also in subjects such as English and Science. He was socially gifted, making a lot of friends and many acquaintances. He usually kept a smile on his face, despite if he were happy or frustrated. He never let others see his real emotion inside.
In order to not be so distracted, Matthew never entered into deep relationships with people. His friends would usually tease him about not having a girlfriend, but he avoided the topics as much as possible, or answered with a simple, “I don’t need one right now.” He never allowed it to get to his head, even when he felt lonely.
Matthew wasn’t too close to God in high school. At age 17 he fell away from Him. He grew up in a family that believed and attended church every Sunday, but he felt so distant, that God wasn’t listening to him. He eventually felt that his prayers were not being answered, and calling on God became pointless. When he turned 18, God began tugging at his heart and calling Matthew to Him. After a year, there came the day when Matthew finally fell on his knees and gave his whole life to God again. It was then that God began working in his life.
As he entered his second year in college, he saw more blessings. He became more socially bright with people, passing smiles and paying attention to his work at the same time. Matthew studied to be an architect, sketching blueprints and designing homes. He found himself liking putting things together, and working with shapes.
As for the small things, Matthew liked nature, especially the mountains. He liked being able to get away from buildings and city life, and enjoy God’s creation, where it was more peaceful. On his spare time, he practiced guitar and piano. He had quite the talent in music, including singing. He didn’t read sheet music, but rather memorized the songs.
Somewhere deep down inside, Matthew did long to be with someone. Although he had never experienced it in real life, he wondered. An ache in his heart wondering who exactly God would make that would compliment his qualities and personality. Although the passion burned deep within him, he never did try fulfilling it with someone, and when anything got close in a friendship, he began pushing away. As he grew older throughout college, he remained to himself, praying that whoever did come would be from God. He had to be completed by God alone first.
He wanted more than just an attraction from someone, but rather a relationship and bondage. Two minds to think alike; a helper, a best friend. Someone that remained patient with him; someone that would never give up when he became distant or moody. Someone he could laugh with at anything, and spend hours with while never getting tired of each other. And although this want was so hidden in his heart, it was there. Whether he would recognize the feelings or not, he knew that God would know exactly who he needed. Someone different to work perfectly with him.
It wasn’t until the day he met Stephanie when his world became completely changed—especially his heart.
Matthew was a perfect height, right at six feet. His hair was a rich brown, and his eyes were a unique blue-green color. He worked out ever so often to maintain good shape, and always kept a nice haircut. He was clean when not working hard, and the aroma of his cologne (or deodorant body spray) was never too strong. His attire consisted of dress shirts, casual button-up shirts, and some T-Shirts for his relaxing days. His pattern was usually stripes, or plain, with occasional plaids. He usually wore jeans, and only slacks for formal events or meetings with his job.
Matthew always kept good grades all throughout school and was quite successful. He was intelligent mostly in math and art, but also in subjects such as English and Science. He was socially gifted, making a lot of friends and many acquaintances. He usually kept a smile on his face, despite if he were happy or frustrated. He never let others see his real emotion inside.
In order to not be so distracted, Matthew never entered into deep relationships with people. His friends would usually tease him about not having a girlfriend, but he avoided the topics as much as possible, or answered with a simple, “I don’t need one right now.” He never allowed it to get to his head, even when he felt lonely.
Matthew wasn’t too close to God in high school. At age 17 he fell away from Him. He grew up in a family that believed and attended church every Sunday, but he felt so distant, that God wasn’t listening to him. He eventually felt that his prayers were not being answered, and calling on God became pointless. When he turned 18, God began tugging at his heart and calling Matthew to Him. After a year, there came the day when Matthew finally fell on his knees and gave his whole life to God again. It was then that God began working in his life.
As he entered his second year in college, he saw more blessings. He became more socially bright with people, passing smiles and paying attention to his work at the same time. Matthew studied to be an architect, sketching blueprints and designing homes. He found himself liking putting things together, and working with shapes.
As for the small things, Matthew liked nature, especially the mountains. He liked being able to get away from buildings and city life, and enjoy God’s creation, where it was more peaceful. On his spare time, he practiced guitar and piano. He had quite the talent in music, including singing. He didn’t read sheet music, but rather memorized the songs.
Somewhere deep down inside, Matthew did long to be with someone. Although he had never experienced it in real life, he wondered. An ache in his heart wondering who exactly God would make that would compliment his qualities and personality. Although the passion burned deep within him, he never did try fulfilling it with someone, and when anything got close in a friendship, he began pushing away. As he grew older throughout college, he remained to himself, praying that whoever did come would be from God. He had to be completed by God alone first.
He wanted more than just an attraction from someone, but rather a relationship and bondage. Two minds to think alike; a helper, a best friend. Someone that remained patient with him; someone that would never give up when he became distant or moody. Someone he could laugh with at anything, and spend hours with while never getting tired of each other. And although this want was so hidden in his heart, it was there. Whether he would recognize the feelings or not, he knew that God would know exactly who he needed. Someone different to work perfectly with him.
It wasn’t until the day he met Stephanie when his world became completely changed—especially his heart.
Friday, February 27, 2009
It's Crazy Here.
Dearest Matthew,
Oh how lucky you must be to do everything so perfectly. Currently I have a headache that won't leave me alone. I shan't attack it with any medicine though, I have sympathy towards it.
You don't gain headaches because everything you do is just right. Nothing could cause such stress on your mind.
I'm writing today to tell you I am suffering in my imperfectionness. But I truly know you'd be my other half if you existed. If we became one, I'm sure you would be able to block this headache from visiting my head. You're one lucky man.
You're even more lucky because I created you. I do so believe you've made my imagination perfect as well! If only the world could be like us, maybe it would be then that no one would have to suffer.
What is sin to you? I surely believe it is a waste of time in your life. An action you'd never be willing to take because it is filthy and imperfect. But dearest Matthew, what about our loved ones who are suffering? What about our loved ones who want to do right, and innocently commit sin? However do we speak to them? It's not that I'm asking for respect, just for understanding.
That shall be saved for yet another letter that I'll write to you. But until then, I shall end this one. I can only dream of your prayers, your words of wisdom, and your amazingness.
Yours Truly,
Stephanie Ann
P.S.
The other half of pepper is salt. Two very different seasonings, but you always see them together. :)
Dearest Matthew [Beginning]
Dearest Matthew,
It's a good thing you don't exist. Because if you did, everyone else would look terribly horrible compared to your perfection. Their self-esteem levels would drop, which may even lead to depression.
I guess it would technically be my fault for imagining such a perfect person. But what can I say? It's what I do! :)
The geniusness I've put into you is almost uncontrollable, but due to your perfect perfection, you control it perfectly. It's as if you have no problem in the world at all, and nothing can bring you down.
Your eyes could tell someone every honest truth about yourself because there's not one lie about you. You rise to the most perfect height, and you don't lose nor gain a single wrong pound. Even your hair is perfect, you never need to fix it! But you would because you'd do a fantastic job anyway.
Every meal you dream to have with me, you've prepaid it in your mind. To pay you back, I'd buy you gifts and give you words of appreciation. You'd humbly accept each gift and knew you couldn't give it back because it'd be exactly something you'd love.
The clothes on your body would be jealous of such perfect features you'd have, that they'd feel unworthy. But the fact that you picked them out at the store (with the exception of the gift given clothes) made them perfect too.
Every word spoken from your mouth would be genius, like mine. Together we could conquer every battle. You would teach me your perfections willingly, and I'd not share a single secret to anyone about you. We'd rise in our generation, sharing a strong love no one else could have imagined but God.
In our love, we would learn each other's perfections. I'd complete you, you'd complete me. We'd no longer be two, but one flesh. Every morning I'd wake up to you shining next to me.
Your much stronger self would protect my much smaller build. I'd fit into your arms perfectly--what's not perfect about us, right? Without me next to you, you'd be empty, incomplete, and broken. I'd mean every letter of 'forever' and word of 'until death do us part.'
I knew there had to be an amazing reason why God would create you. When you discover I'm that missing rib, it is then our love can grow. Nothing would be able to break that bond. I would always love you.
I can imagine how perfect it would be if you existed in my life today.
And yet I need not to remind you of what it would be like.
Love Always,
Stephanie Ann
P.S.
You'll only be perfect to me.
It's a good thing you don't exist. Because if you did, everyone else would look terribly horrible compared to your perfection. Their self-esteem levels would drop, which may even lead to depression.
I guess it would technically be my fault for imagining such a perfect person. But what can I say? It's what I do! :)
The geniusness I've put into you is almost uncontrollable, but due to your perfect perfection, you control it perfectly. It's as if you have no problem in the world at all, and nothing can bring you down.
Your eyes could tell someone every honest truth about yourself because there's not one lie about you. You rise to the most perfect height, and you don't lose nor gain a single wrong pound. Even your hair is perfect, you never need to fix it! But you would because you'd do a fantastic job anyway.
Every meal you dream to have with me, you've prepaid it in your mind. To pay you back, I'd buy you gifts and give you words of appreciation. You'd humbly accept each gift and knew you couldn't give it back because it'd be exactly something you'd love.
The clothes on your body would be jealous of such perfect features you'd have, that they'd feel unworthy. But the fact that you picked them out at the store (with the exception of the gift given clothes) made them perfect too.
Every word spoken from your mouth would be genius, like mine. Together we could conquer every battle. You would teach me your perfections willingly, and I'd not share a single secret to anyone about you. We'd rise in our generation, sharing a strong love no one else could have imagined but God.
In our love, we would learn each other's perfections. I'd complete you, you'd complete me. We'd no longer be two, but one flesh. Every morning I'd wake up to you shining next to me.
Your much stronger self would protect my much smaller build. I'd fit into your arms perfectly--what's not perfect about us, right? Without me next to you, you'd be empty, incomplete, and broken. I'd mean every letter of 'forever' and word of 'until death do us part.'
I knew there had to be an amazing reason why God would create you. When you discover I'm that missing rib, it is then our love can grow. Nothing would be able to break that bond. I would always love you.
I can imagine how perfect it would be if you existed in my life today.
And yet I need not to remind you of what it would be like.
Love Always,
Stephanie Ann
P.S.
You'll only be perfect to me.
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