Dear Mr. Sheep,
I can't understand you. Even till now, I still can't.
And I'm so sorry for that.
I am a carefree rabbit. That's just the way I am.
You are a serious sheep. That's just the way you are.
It started pretty funny.
You chased me around our zero-one meadow,
I was touched by your determination.
You came so far from your green grassy land, down to my rabbit burrow.
I gradually began to understand your meh meh and you began to be able to read my nose twitch.
You were such a charming sheep, I gave up resisting.
At first it was just love.
Everything seemed more beautiful and colorful and I believed it would stay that way.
Then came Life.
Life sucks, they said. They're right.
She sucked the colors out of us.
Our world started to turn gray, and we struggled to bring the rainbow back.
I'd be happy if she sucked the color out of our fur, though.
That way, white Mr sheep and brown me would be both colorless.
Then came Ego.
Ego sneaked in quietly.
He was destructive, a silent killer.
Often we didn't realise it was his doing, until it was too late.
And he penetrated deep into Mr. Sheep's mind.
Rabbit makes mistakes and so does sheep.
As long as we live, we make mistakes.
We just have to forgive each other and move on.
"No", said Ego from inside Mr Sheep, "You have had your chances. It's too late to apologize now"
Then came Maths. They were friends of Ego.
They measured and calculated everything. They labeled everything in numbers.
Ego said to Mr sheep,"You gave Ms Rabbit 100% of your green grass, yet she only gave you 50% of her ugly carrot."
Life had consumed Mr Sheep, left him dry and bitter.
He said, "I don't want to be in this unfair game anymore", then stepped away.
Leaving the gullible me puzzled, "When did this love turn into a game?"
May 1st, 2014