A LETTER TO YOU

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I can’t believe I’m writing this honestly. I’m a kind of person that knows how to hide and conceal emotions, but right now I’m failing terribly, maybe that’s why I’m penning this down. 

Where do I start? How do I start? I remember that day vividly, it was my birthday. I got a FB message from you as usual; you know the normal things, so I didn’t think anything unusual about it. Even when you cunningly asked for my pin, I still saw nothing unusual about it. 

There began our several back & forth. I don’t know how it happened but I started catching the feelings. I honestly thought you felt the same way (that became my undoing). You see I have grown from the shy timid girl who doesn’t express her feelings to the bold one who damns the consequences. So that’s why I stylishly told you how I felt, and you responded in the sweetest of ways.

My imaginations started running wild, I started seeing a future with you in it, I told my dearest friends about you and they were all excited, lol.

Then you started acting “drama”. You appear today disappear tomorrow. It felt like a roller coaster. I started getting tired of the whole drama and decided to play accordingly.

Sometimes I ask myself why you did all you did. Why did you come all the way to see me? Why all the flirting, the calls, the pictures? Was it all a game? Was I just a passing fling? Was I a rebound? You just disappeared all of a sudden. Sometimes I’m angry at myself; other times I just hate you. 

You see I’ve being stalking you for the past months, checking you out on FB, Instagram, even Google (lol). Unfortunately, you’re not a social media person, so there’s nothing to see. Maybe I’m curious to see what’s happening in your life. 

I used to think about you a lot, I started writing a diary about you, about how I felt, I thought it was going to help me, but the more I wrote about you, the more I thought about you and the more I thought about you, the more I became angry with you, so I stopped. 

But these days I’m beginning to think about you again and I don’t know why. I wish it weren’t so. Do you believe I saw someone this week and I thought you were the one? I keep imagining the day we would see again, or the day I’ll get a call from you. You wouldn’t believe I’ve being rehearsing how I would answer, hilarious right?

If you do come back, I promise to give you a hell of a time, but maybe if you don’t give up, just maybe, I’d take you back again. Only God knows. 

Maybe all I’m trying to say is, I MISS YOU. 



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