Letter #2 : To my high school dreamboy
Dear “crush”,
I have long wanted to write a letter to you but I didn’t have the courage to pick up the pen, lest have all the emotions spur out from every whichway. Funny and so pubescent of me, but I have fancied you for the longest time. I even called you “Heaven” in my dreams. I actually dreamed about you quite often, nay, innumerably so I opted to call you “Dream Boy” with all the cheeses on top. When I get home after a day of being with you, I would lay in bed at night, excited of what Mr. Sandman has in store for me. Then, I would wake up in the morning with a thrilled heart and a wide smile on my face for I just had a slice of heaven once again. My dreams of you are the only reality I wanted to have that time. I hated waking up because it also shook me into realizing that there’s barely anything between us and we are just strangers who happen to know each other for too long. It saddened me for as long as I can remember.
You used to be the only one I can see myself with for the past eon or so. But then, you have always been so near yet so far. I was such a fool to think that we’re ever gonna be together. I’m a fool to even think of you at all. But then I realized, I was a fool to not want to be a fool for you. Because maybe, just maybe if I did, if I had just half a pint of courage in this empty shell, things might have turned out differently.
Years passed. Things changed. So did we. What have you done? What have I done? Oh right, I didn’t do anything. That’s what I have done. And that is something that can never be undone. All I can see in the years to come is us gazing at each other from afar. A passing glance and a half smile will eternally remind me of the times I missed, the chances I let pass, and the dream that can never be. You are a dear friend. And despite all these confessions, know that I would always be glad to gaze at you from a distance, let out a content and sincere smile and wish you love, happiness and peace in your heart.
Love,
Angela
I have long wanted to write a letter to you but I didn’t have the courage to pick up the pen, lest have all the emotions spur out from every whichway. Funny and so pubescent of me, but I have fancied you for the longest time. I even called you “Heaven” in my dreams. I actually dreamed about you quite often, nay, innumerably so I opted to call you “Dream Boy” with all the cheeses on top. When I get home after a day of being with you, I would lay in bed at night, excited of what Mr. Sandman has in store for me. Then, I would wake up in the morning with a thrilled heart and a wide smile on my face for I just had a slice of heaven once again. My dreams of you are the only reality I wanted to have that time. I hated waking up because it also shook me into realizing that there’s barely anything between us and we are just strangers who happen to know each other for too long. It saddened me for as long as I can remember.
You used to be the only one I can see myself with for the past eon or so. But then, you have always been so near yet so far. I was such a fool to think that we’re ever gonna be together. I’m a fool to even think of you at all. But then I realized, I was a fool to not want to be a fool for you. Because maybe, just maybe if I did, if I had just half a pint of courage in this empty shell, things might have turned out differently.
Years passed. Things changed. So did we. What have you done? What have I done? Oh right, I didn’t do anything. That’s what I have done. And that is something that can never be undone. All I can see in the years to come is us gazing at each other from afar. A passing glance and a half smile will eternally remind me of the times I missed, the chances I let pass, and the dream that can never be. You are a dear friend. And despite all these confessions, know that I would always be glad to gaze at you from a distance, let out a content and sincere smile and wish you love, happiness and peace in your heart.
Love,
Angela
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