Pieces Of Broken Collages (A Compilation Of My One Shots And Poems)

La lettre d'amour

A teenager, like myself, has this sense of love that we thought was real. We started off as admiring someone, or happy crushes, but we think it is just infatuation because we are teenagers, we don't have a good sense of love and lust. But, I don't know, I guess it is just this guy that makes me question, am I in love?

It was his smile, his eyes, and I just kept falling and falling. I know that when things fall, they break. But, what if he caught me? So, what I did was write a letter about him.

“And done!” I said, as I finally drew the rose on the top right of the page. The yellow parchment paper was in front of me, with a pen on its side and an envelope on another. I folded the letter in half and put it inside the envelope. I wrote his address.

Marc Daniel Gatchalian
413 Basilio St. Malabon, Manila

“What are you doing?” I heard my sister say behind me. I immediately got stunned and so, I put the letter over another letter that was for my English project that was due later. I turned around and looked at her with an awkward smile.

“Nothing,” I said. She rolled her eyes. “Dad said you should cook dinner,” she said. I walked downstairs and I got out the crispy fry. The chicken was already soft so I started to put the crispy fry on the chicken and mix it.

6:00pm. My dad comes out holding a ton of letters, maybe he's sending them to the mail. “Dad, can you please send me my letters? My hand is covered because I've been marinating,” I said. He looked at me and saw that I was making the chicken for us to eat.

“Ok sure, where are your letters?” he asked me. I told him it is on top of my study table right next to my laptop. He ran to my room and got the letters. It was my project. I nodded and continued making the chicken. I told my sister to heat the pan for me.

“Yeah, ok. Fine,” she said. She was 14 years old but she can actually do a lot. She started doing her own laundry. She put a ton of oil in the pan and turned the stove on. I thanked her while I washed my hands.

“It's all done, kiddo,” my dad said. I thanked him while I tried not to be scared by the oil that was hitting parts of my skin. We all laughed it off as I was scared to be burned by the oil. I had tried this before but there is still that fear.

Ever since mom died, dad wanted my sister and I to be independent. She would always baby us but would also teach us from time to time. Because of her, I learned how to fold clothes. She was my superhero and if she was here, she could tell me why I always smile when I see this specific guy.

The next morning, I woke up. I had no letters to write because my project is done and—. Shit. I looked around at my table to look for the letter addressed to him but I couldn't find it.

“Dad, have you seen a letter addressed to Marc Daniel?” I asked Dad. He came rushing to my room and he looked shy. I looked at him and raised one of my eyebrows. “Dad, you didn't?” I asked him. He laughed awkwardly and that's when my heart sank.

“I thought that you wanted to write a letter to your friend,” he said. I sat on the floor. It was all over. My biggest crush for years has finally known my secret. Everything was over. I was going to be humiliated for the rest of my life. I felt a lot of emotions but everything stopped when the door bell rang.

“I'll get it,” I said, as I ran downstairs. I opened the door and it was the person that I least expected. It was Marc Daniel. He was wearing his jersey and he looked drenched in sweat. He was taller than me so I looked up to him. He was wearing his usual white sneakers and he had his usual smile that would make every girl fall for him. And, it made me fall for him too. Maybe it is that goddamn smile that is making me feel this way.

“Why are you here?” I asked him. He raised my letter, now had tons of heart stickers on it. Did he put those on or did the mailing company do that? I don't know but it feels like he has read every piece of that letter and knows every secret I have.

“I don't know why I made that. I know that you're straight and I just—,” I was cut off when he started closing his face towards mine. His lips.touched mine. He raised my head a little bit, making it easier for him to savor my lips. With every thrust of his lips, I fell harder and I felt that someone had finally caught me in their arms. It was the best feeling of all time, I was figuratively floating in a cloud. It was nice, feeling like this. Maybe the nicest thing that has ever happened to me.

“You're so gorgeous, I can't say anything to your face,” he said while smiling at me. His forehead was pressing in mine and I felt his touch in my hands. He closed his eyes and I just looked at him. He kissed my cheek and walked to the left.

“I'm taking you on a date later, cutie,” he said. He ran back and I don't know what to feel. I touched my cheek, my lips, as I watched him leave. Is this real? Is he real? Is this really happening? There were a lot of "is this" but one thing I know for sure.

I was in love.