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Email #5

From: Philomena Gracia Valderama • philograciav@gmail.com
To: levkilealone@gmail.com
Date: ******************

Dear Leviticus Kile,

I believe you deserve this letter. I'm glad I met someone like you in this lifetime. I'm sorry if my heart cannot be yours. I am truly sorry. And I hope you can give to someone who can reciprocate your love. I'll be the happiest girl once I finally met her. She will be lucky to have you.

You don't deserve a love that cannot fill an entire jar. Your love is overflowing; you deserve as much as that.

You were the one who taught me to never settle for less. I hope you never settle for less too. You deserve a love that will make you complete. I do not want you to forever lingered on the thought that what if we happened? Because even if we did, my heart cannot be completely yours. And you don't deserve that. A love that still have ties with a past lover isn't even yours to begin with.

I would still love to have coffees with you. You never notice but as much as people would like to think you like black coffee, you actually prefer the sweeter blend.

You tend to hold your ear whenever you're embarassed. You change your piercings every time we meet. I like the simple ones though.

You remind me of a cat. So skeptic but at the same time, your eyes are as observant as mine.

Your voice can create a thousand lullabies and no one would complain. You are the reason why some people would prefer the silent night than the sunny day.

There are a lot of great things about you. And I'm deeply sorry if I cannot see them all. But there will be a day, someone will. Someone will love every great detail about you.

Thank you for everything, Kile. You are indeed a great friend.

All love,
Philomena Gracia

From: Leviticus Kile Conjuanco • levkilealone@gmail.com
To: philomenagraciav@gmail.com
Date: ******************

Dear Philomena Gracia,

I also believe that I cannot describe the love I had for you in layman's term. It is too enigmatic that sometimes I do not even know why I felt it towards you.

I longed for love as much as the drought longed for the rain. Braided hair, a dress that reminds me of vintage classic, and the way your eyes lit up made me think you were the embodiment of love when I first met you. Philo means love in philosophy and clearly you were the living proof that it is true.

Am I really that observant? Well, these are the things I noticed about you too. You don't notice but you always sniff the books first before reading it. You tend to hold your braids whenever you feel doubt rising in your heart. Your empathy when the world is too wicked is commendable. I liked that about you; how your kindness spreads like wild fire. You don't even think twice; you always choose to be kind.

I still have a lot to say, but I prefer not telling it directly. Don't you find it engaging when something is too arcane?

Since I cannot have you in this lifetime, I'd want to immortalized the thought of you through my own words. A document is attached in this email, whenever you feel alone, sad or you just want to read — I hope you can read a piece from the collection of poems I wrote about you but never told you...

Until now.

With gratitude,
Leviticus Kile

attached file:

PhilosophyOfGrace.docx