16:00 he was there, beneath the rain.


For the first time, I watched those dimples smile—beautifully unsettling me. And yes, just as chronicled by the experts of observation, I spontaneously embraced it.

Have you ever watched Narnia? That immensely popular fantasy film. I have seen it, by the way, and truly, I wish to live inside it. I care not that a fantasy world is the very thing manifesting my dreams. And I will forever do so, because that is my life; half of my life dwells within it.

Look: I found these words.

I wrote them a long time ago, for I adore Narnia so deeply. Especially because Aslan is in it: a majestic brown lion who became the savior of mankind, guarding a nation and even freeing humans from the sadism of tyranny. 

Aslan also breathed life back into the creatures turned to stone by the White Witch. To me, Aslan is the true creator and protector of Narnia, who always returns to obliterate evil.

Returning to my story; because it seems "Aslan" is the perfect name for him. And because of it, my life is now beginning to mend. He made me find the meaning in my life once more. He also made me realize how much I deserve to live like the humans in that Narnia: full of love, and full of pride.

He is always behind me; or sometimes, I am the one behind him. One more step, I feel, and I will arrive. 
This time is slightly different, because the three intruding chairs put Aslan at a distance—and, I saw him clearly. He read slowly and laughed awkwardly. I think I am beginning to lose my mind: because my writing has come alive again, accompanied by beautiful music.

16:00, exactly.
And I saw him carrying his backpack, beneath that drizzle, (peacemaker)—the word written on his brown shirt. It is so funny how, without him even realizing it, he truly saved that world. He truly created that peace.

How it was not in vain, letting go of something I had always gripped so tightly.

That is how Aslan changed my life. Pulling me out from the tyranny of suffering, shifting my emptiness into happiness. And if only you knew, that he makes me want to live longer, just to look at him, to see his smile.

And so, I leave this open letter for you, Aslan.
Thank you for being born.

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