Dear Mr. Wind
Can you hear me? I've been calling your name but you never answer. Where did you go?
I live in New York now, the city that never sleeps. Please find me.
I know, the buildings are tall, and the streets are crowded. You might get lost within the subway tunnels or skyscrapers. I know I have. Maybe you'll mistake another face for mine. After all, there are more than 8.5 million souls inhabiting this city. Regardless, please look for me. I will be the one calling for you.
Remember the first time we met? I was all alone, standing in the middle of an empty parking lot with tears trickling across my skin. I asked you if my parents would arrive soon.
"Blow strongly if the answer is yes. Cease if the answer is no," I instructed. "Please?"
I remember how my words floated up into the air, bouncing softly off the unoccupied concrete before reaching your ears.
There was a moment of silence, drowning me in a gut-wrenching feeling of stupidity and despair. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a powerful gust of wind blew the tears off my face and brought a grey Toyota into the parking lot.
"Thank you, Mr. Wind."
After that, you became one of my best friends. I talked with you about everything: school, family, friends, cute boys, etc. You were my confidant, my rock, and the answer to all the questions that nobody else could respond to.
I remember taking a walk each day, even when the weather was below -15 degrees, just to talk to you. That's how important you were to me. That's how much I trusted you.
But then I moved.
I guess it was partly my fault. I forgot about you, and replaced our time with the mounds of homework that school burdened me with.
However, I remember you now. Maybe it's because I'm alone again, standing at the center of empty space and homework packets. Maybe it's because my head is swarmed with questions that have no clear answer. Maybe it's just because I miss you, and I want to hear your voice again.
I've been calling for you, but you never answer.
Mr. Wind, where are you? Please find me.