Recently, my English teacher played a game with us, the one I most excited to have, which I manage to collect people's ideas, but the results were disappointing. It's called in prompt speech, choose any number you want, and she will let you know the topic and in 2 minutes, elaborate your talk in front of more or less 29 students of 2F09.
One of the topic is: If you are working in a circus far far away, read the letter you wrote back home. (I may have altered the topic, but it gives the same meaning.)
It's not me who get the topic, but initially at that instant, I just think up of every interesting events ever happened in a circus, probably I can talk something about Batman's sidekick, Robin. I mean, he's from a circus family.
But from what my classmate had been talking about in front, in the middle of laughing and boo-ing, quite amusing but it's actually inspiring me. So, I had another letter here:
Dear Julia,
It's been seven months. None of a day I left the circus. I've been following them to travel around the world, entertaining people and my heart melted like a butter under the Sun whenever I see children with different skin colours, spirits that flow in their blood, talking different languages but were all showing me the same genuine smile when they see giant elephants roar to them for banana and that beautiful leopard jump through rings and rings of fire.
And, oh, I'm getting better treatment here. I had never imagined people enjoy listening to music in a circus. Isn't that something should be happened in a theater? Well, they loved something new as well as me. Indeed, they enjoy seeing a dwarf like me opening up my mouth but with an angel voice. That is something the least they would expect which becomes the attraction. Mr. Watson stopped whipping me as for just one reason, I'm making money for his troop. He even offered me a nice canvas with meals delivered three times daily by the maid, spaghetti, roasted pork, macaroni and my favourite, potato smash. I have no longer staying in the cage with the monkeys. They're quite missing me.
And, I'm writing this final letter since three months to tell you that I'm not coming back and I will never be. I fall in love with this place and most importantly, I fall in love with Gertrud Watson. She didn't know, of course, even if I would sing for her until she sleeps every night. I had no confidence to tell her how I feel and the biggest problem would be, she is having a relationship with Duke Bingley's son, Sean. Sorry to tell you that we had to break up here and now, with this mere letter. I know I may have disrespected you, but this is the least I could do because I couldn't leave the circus, and possibly I need it more that it needs me. I would never leave Gertrud for one moment.
I know, this is ridiculous and she didn't even have a crush on me and will never have. But you do and I know that even if you keep it in veil. You never tell and me too, for those days and I guess this is the end. Plus, Howard is loving you and it's obvious to both of us where he matches you better. After all, I'm a dwarf.
But, Gertrud is not the same. She's like forever in my heart. I never had such strong feeling on her. Her beautiful eyes, her soft smile appear on my head all the time. I once try to be self-control and I start avoiding her. Time would heal me but it is another way round. The less I see her in one day, the more I'm missing her. This is the most unique and special feeling I had ever have but I can't found it on you. To you, I just like you, I would miss you, but not that much. But Gertrud, I never talked to her, hardly, but every words in our conversation remained in my mind. Like, "Take this hat for me.", "Hand me the quill.", "I would like to have some apples.", "Sing for me tonight.", "Call Sean for me."......I started to know what is between love and like. I like you and we are like talking everyday in those days. But I love her, even tough she takes me as her slave and hardly really take a look at me.
Love is a reward of life. It takes life to enjoy the process. I never care if I would be with her, as long as Gertrud has a happy life, it's my greatest reward ever. Officially, we are done here. I'm afraid of your fragile emotions. Trust me, one day, you would laugh back at these sad moments as silly jokes. So, take care. Enjoy your life and consider Howard.
sincerely, Raoul
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