To
DK,
My mind is telling me that
this is a pathetic approach. As a girl who is trying to be a woman on her own
perspective this is indeed a bit risky. Since I have told myself that you
should not be my concern anymore, writing a letter to you is awkward. We were
never that close. But what can I do my heart is very supportive, very positive,
and very confident that I can do this. That I can finally tell you the things I
wanted to say. That I can pretend that we really happened, there was a story.
You were the main character and I was the narrator.
I prefer that you read what I
might decide to tell you rather than you hear it from me. Print is my best form
of communication.
Before I take this further
let me introduce myself, though by now I bet you already know who I am. We met
nine years ago in a town that is hardly seen in the Philippine map - it is
small as a period as our Christian Living teacher described. I was a new girl
back then. We were both young to realize how things will work out; the reason
why we never worry too much. I am the only one allowed to call you by your real
name (aside from your family) and I can call you different pet names.
Thank you. You have inspired
me in many ways I never imagined.
One afternoon I found you
sitting at the bottom of the staircase near the girl’s comfort room. There were
no other people around because everyone is in class. You were perfectly still
doing your favorite sitting position. So, I have decided to go down. If ever
you do not notice me I can pretend that I was just passing by on my way to the
clinic or to the canteen. When I was near you I have decided that I am not
going to the clinic neither to the canteen (I realize I don’t have money to buy
food), so I sat beside you. Were you meditating that time? I never had the
chance to ask you about it. I remember we managed to have a short conversation.
I have not committed to memory what we talked about. Did we start by commenting
on the weather? But what I do remember is that we were interrupted by a black
cat and by my curiosity why I smell incense in our school (I was afraid of the
possibility that there is a ghost near us). Turned out it was coming from the
parish church.
The scene from our past that
I recall is only one of the many that I treasure. Whenever I remember it I felt
giddy yet it keeps me thinking of the what – ifs. You see, the story is one
sided. I never had the chance to hear it from your point of view. Now, is
your chance DK, I believe you ought to tell me.
I miss you too big guy.
I know you are busy. I cannot
interrupt you whatever you are doing. As for me I am currently in the process
of realizing what my dreams are while my pockets are empty. I know that you’ll
worry that’s why I never mentioned this when I met your sister.
It’s your turn now, DK. Write
me a story anything you feel sharing.
P.S.
Please tell your girl that I am not a threat. Okay?
*Photo
courtesy: Unsplash
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