I met her when this world was still peaceful. I mean before Sep.11th, 2001, in NYC. After she flew back I sent her this photo and a poem by Richard Brautigan. When a friend of mine saw the photo with the poem, she told me, “Oh, it’s so sad.” And I was, “What? I thought it’s a beautiful poem!” Well, I guess I don’t understand English poem 100%. OK, here’s the poem.
It’s Raining in Love
I don’t know what it is,
but I distrust my self
when I start to like a girl
a lot.
It makes me nervous.
I don’t say the right things
or perhaps I start
to examine,
evaluate,
compute
what I am saying.
If I say, “Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and she says, “I don’t know,”
I start thinking: Does she really like me?
In other words
I get a little creepy.
A friend of mine once said,
“It’s twenty times better to be friends
with someone
than it is to be in love with them.”
I think he’s right and besides,
it’s raining somewhere, programming flowers
and keeping snails happy.
That’s all taken care of.
BUT
if a girl likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and she says things like,
“Do you think it’s going to rain?”
and I say, “It beats me,”
and she says, “Oh,”
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think: Thank God, it’s you, baby, this time
instead of me.
by Richard Brautigan
