Hi friends,
I wrote another letter from Hannah to Jeffery. It is inspired by onions and rainbows. This one is only about the two love birds. Which letter is your favorite so far? Would you let me know?
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy.
Xiao-Yu
Letter No. 5
J,
I dreamt about you. You were in a birdman suit and I was on your back. We were base jumping? I don’t know. I woke up mid-way and couldn’t go back to sleep. In the dream, I wanted you to fly left and you couldn’t figure out how. And I don’t remember much else. Gliding with you was cool. You were like my dragon. By the way…would you like to be my dragon? I should ask first. Are you free and willing to fly me around? Please make time from your busy schedule for me, like you did.
I had raw onions in my salad yesterday. I didn’t remember putting them in. My coffee tastes funny now. You have no idea how much raw onions I consumed, as if I could bring you back to life by filling my life with your/my onion breath. The ridiculous things we do for love! For your information, my studio, my clothes, my car, everything smelled like onions for months, talking about an effective men repeller. I assume you planned this?
My optical illusion project was well received. I am invited to speak about it in Denmark next Spring. I don’t know what I will say about it yet. I used some rainbow photos you sent me from your adventures. And you were credited. This is our only project together and it took me years to release it, understandably.
For a while, I couldn’t work. I’d walk from my bedroom to the living room and forget what I was there for. The day was long, and the idea that I had to go through it minute by minute was impossible. I was on the ground a lot. I’d curl up in a ball and sniff your t-shirt for an entire afternoon. I remember periods of crying nonstop, periods of feeling numb, periods of hyper alertness, periods of experiencing awe and bursts of creativity, and periods of obsessive baking. I made pies. You’d be so proud.
On our last camping trip together, you mentioned Noah. You said that you like the fact that God sent him a rainbow as a message – there will be no more floods. With your head resting on my chest, my fingers gently combing through your hair, the clear night sky above, I understood forever. The sun needs to strike the raindrops in front of a person at precisely a 42-degree angle for a rainbow to happen. That’s how I view our improbable connection – magic with precision. It had to be you. I just thought my forever with you would be longer.
Do you feel the same way? Say yes. I ate raw onions!
H
