Happy Birthday, JJ!

good old days

To Mercyman:

Dear friend, it's been a long time.

Now I'm writing to you again

to simply tell you that

our friendship hasn't come to an end.

We met each other

and fought shoulder to shoulder

in that almost secluded world of wonder.

We had faith and power,

and aimed to rescue whoever had suffered.

While I am writing you this letter,

all I hear is Tagore and his beautiful words.

It says gently to my ears:

"Once we dreamt that we were strangers,we wake up to find that we were dear to each other."

God, it suits me now so well,

that it cannot be any better

forever and ever.

Yes friend,

that was the good old days I remembered.

But all of a sudden,

the game had changed and

something bad happened.

We were no heroes with no strength,

and we had lost contact then.

I had yearned for your return ever since.

Now is when

I need to write to you again

on your very big event.

Yes friend,

that was my guarantee that

I'd like to achieve

with all my might and main.

Indeed, nothing comes for free.

I was so ignorant of how friendship is

restored and maintained.

I lost many and yet had no courage

to tell myself that it's not all enjoyable

being alone, inner comfort became so

powerful that I forgot there are other ways.

I did not understand the little cost

that has to be paid.

I planned to win my old friends back

and it is also for my own sake.

So on your big day,

I won't be able to get you a cake

or anything that is beautifully made.

I only have these imperfect yet sincere

words for my best mate.

"old soliders never die,
they just fade away."

Yes, friend, even if I never reached you,

you will always be a part of my memory.

This is just what Mercy would say:

"Heroes never die, for a price."

I guess missing you is the price,

spending time writing to you is the price.

And it is so worth it.

Yes friend, I will always be here

waiting to tell you that:"Welcome back!"

Best regards, GuessWho para siempre

road ahead