Dear Ara,
So I guess this is it. I am silently hoping that you will be able to read my all letters (and taste my cheese quesadillas, I cooked them for you, in cases you wake up before it spoils, haha). They go on for a few weeks, everyday there is one. "When you start it, you finish", as you always say to me, so please do so. Just in case, haha.
At this point, I am already being a whiner, a crybaby. Hah, I do think you understand me in some ways, and I'm quite sure of that.
Did I ever got a chance to thank you for everything? If I didn't, then here it is. Thank you Ara. For understanding, for being there for me, for showing appreciation, for liking me--I wish that you loved me too though, for showing the world to me, for meaning something to me, for being so true and wonderful as a person. You are the finest individual and a great treasure for me. Still, I consider that the understatement of the year.
I am sorry that I did not do enough. I did not prove to you--and to everyone--enough. If I wasn't sufficient and suitable, I am deeply sorry. If sometimes I am acting stubborn and all--I know you like it in an annoyed way though; if I am too stupid and sometimes I do not take consequences for my actions; if I screw things up; if I am being an a-hole; if I am sort of insensitive; if I'm being a heartless bitch--that was so hard to say, because it is only partly true. It was harsh, haha. But what ever it is that I did to make you mad, angry and suffocated, I am sorry. Truly and honestly. I am finally letting go of the guilt I have inside, and I want you to know that, you are cute when you are fuming annoyed. And that I am not going to apologize to anyone that I loved you.
I love you so much Ara, and I feel a deep remorse for having to deny what I felt. So much to my regrets that I wasn't able to let you know that I love you. Not personally at least. But please, please believe me that I do, I really do. With all my heart, with all that I have.
If what I said earlier in this note is the understatement of the year, well, the last assertion before this is the understatement of the century.
I, Thomas Christopher Bulado Torres, truly, very, authentically, certifiably, genuinely and deeply LOVES you, Victonara Salas Galang. Not ever will I deny and prove it wrong. It will remain like that for the rest of the time I spend in this world, and in other dimensions.
Goodbye C:
Adores you more today than the first,
Thomas xox