You are Perfect for Each Other and I Don't Believe Anything else

Dear Martha and Jonas,

Both of you amused me with your story. You both had a very complicated life that an ordinary human finds difficult to decipher. Yet you succeeded in making me understand what shit was actually going through your lives and how difficult it is to survive in those conditions.

Jonas, you were that teenage boy living in Winden with a perpetual sadness in your face. You were content with your small family, friends, and Martha. But you found it difficult to cope with your father's unexpected demise and you wondered why he took his own life. But when you finally got answers for everything, you cursed yourselves for having such a life. You realized the fact that you could not love your Martha anymore and things would not be the same from that very moment. But you tried really hard to make things right because you cared for others and you wanted your people to be happy again. You even wished for a world without you and tried to take your life since you understood your great role in the game.

Martha, you were that girl who had a huge crush on Jonas, who actually loved him so much and waited for him to show up. Just like Jonas you wanted things to be normal and did everything for it. But when you realized the bitter truth about your son, you fought against a whole world and Jonas for his survival. You ensured everything repeated itself for your son.

Jonas and Martha, in the end, you understood what was wrong and the 'glitch in the matrix'. Yet you corrected it for everyone around you, to make everything right. And when you disintegrated into blissful nothingness like everyone who existed because of you from this wonderful world of green trees and red roses, I knew that you both would still maintain an 'invisible bond' in some world and in our hearts. Thank you for existing among us, for making us understand the real meaning of sacrifice and love and above all for helping to empathize with you. And now when the never-ending déjàvu ended, I know 'you are perfect for each other and I don't believe anything else'.

A.C

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