Chapter 9

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Lisa's Pov

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Lisa's Pov

"To be written and not said"

Following and after our little alone together, I became more aware how much of a coward I am. For being unfair, for not being able to confess, for not preventing her to fall in love with someone else, for staying as her best friend. But I presume, having a yellow-belly is all I could do for now.

Yet, to secure all, in a long period of time would be dreadful. Considering I would not leave her side any sooner, I came up with an idea of writing it. By this I could express what I feel without including anyone, this is on me, alone. 

I grab a used pad, a notebook that has been on my desk for no reason. I find myself silly seeing the random sketches on it, strokes unclean, blurred, smudge, and unaligned, but there's one thing recognizable, it was all the facial features of the woman I love. It even have my signature, and when was it was drawn. 

I  left it there, to signify that this is for her. I know to myself what I am doing would not bring me anywhere, but I at least let it out. Even if I'm the only one to see.

I begin writing, with long breaths at each word, dropping understandable sentences as possible. Though unfitted to explain how, when, why, I jot everything down, from the jitters and butterflies I feel, the times I appreciate, the moments she's the most beautiful, the painful ones, the jealousy, me being upset, blue and grey. Laughing with her, missing her, crying for her, and loving her.

 Letter #unkown : Cat and Dog

Every time your brother would say we're a cat and dog, always under each other's business, pestering one's life. We didn't like the same things, while I hum with the rain, you'll sing for the sun. Kinda funny since my favorite color is yellow and yours purple. And to more to our differences, you love dogs, and well, I like cats more. But the more the I spend time with you, the more I value what you love. From the snacks that you eat, to the music artists you listen too.  

That I didn't notice I'm changing, for you, in a good way. I once asked myself why. My first reason was, because you're my best friend, and I accept you and admire you for what you are. 

And the other reason is, it was because I'm up to everything that will make you smile. I could everything that will bring light to your eyes. Because just like cats and gods, they know who they're loyal to.

Letter #unknown: I was hurt

I don't hate you, nor mad at you. I was hurt, when I saw her kiss you. I know it was a part of your play, that it was meant to happened. But not matter how I convinced myself that I was okay with it, I was not. That till this day I dream of it. It pained me more that you didn't gave me a heads up. I could have prepared myself you know. Kidding.

Anyways, I was such an bitch for ignoring you after it. I heard you, when you call my name as I walk, I'm always listening. But forgive me for losing my confidence in facing you, that afternoon just hit me that I could never be the one for you. Exaggerated at it sounds, but it doesn't come close to the things that bothers me. 

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