Dear Somebody,

As of this very moment in time, I am unable to paint a picture of you within my mind. I will not be able to recognize your voice in a boisterous cloud of hollers. I don’t even have to privilege of saying your name. Why? Because I don’t know anything about you, nor have I met you, and you do not know me either.

We will go on, living our separate lives, treading on, day after day, night after night, not knowing one another. Are you kind and gentle? Maybe imprudent and capricious. And perhaps obsequious. There is also a possibility that you are mischievous. Or even pretentious. Maybe you are unfathomable. Or are you simply simple? How can adjectives be used effectively when one does not know what is being described?

But I know that once I’ve found you, fireworks will set off in my heart, illuminating over the dark loneliness I’ve harboured for so long. I will scan your appearance with my curious eyes. I will embrace your melodious voice and memorize its very sound. I will ask for your name. And it’ll be name that I carry with me through the best of times and the worst of times.

But right now is definitely the worst of times, and I am here alone, ignorant of your face, your voice, your name, your existence. Everyday, my eyes fall upon the same white room, the same dusty windows, the same empty vase and the same white bed sheets.

So here I am, lying motionless in the vacant hospitable room that reeked with a medicinal fragrance. I stare at the rough particles on my ceiling and try to form a picture the way others would with clouds. I lay here counting the days that remain.

It sucks. Being the only survivor in an accident where everyone else meant the rest of your family. It sucks. Leaving your friends behind and trying to cope with a new environment where you are a complete stranger. It sucks that I most likely will not live to see the next full moon that will hang above the skies. It sucks more that I am here alone.

I was a daughter, a sister, a friend. But right here, right now, I am nobody. So dear somebody, whoever you may be, I hope that to you, I could stand out before everybody, that I am not just anybody and definitely not a nobody, because I want to somebody’s somebody. I simply want to be remembered and missed.

Yours Truly,

An Insignificant and Anonymous Nobody.