A letter to reminisce – a new one.
It's been a long time of twists and turns. I can now say that I am done with the nonsense bickerings I used to mention on my notes. So, to you, my future lover, I am proud to present myself as someone cleaner than before.
I am not a passive-agressive nor an agressive type who would lash out on you. After all the chaotic arguments and silent forgiveness I made, I can now say that there are no complicated runs and walks and coming backs. Gone are those days of push and pull and stay and go.
How are you? These days are pretty awful lately, my love. I bet you're thinking about me too. But I hope you're in the good hands. If you're suppressing your tears and emotions, please find a way to have an outlet where you can be free. Because tomorrow, you'll have me.
These past few weeks took a toll on me. I had been crying in the bathroom floor again. Good thing I was alone in the house I could weep all day. But I'm keeping myself collected nonetheless. I want to be as clean as possible when I face you; clear of harmful thoughts and vengeaful sentiments. You know, just a woman with clear countenance and a radiance of pureness.
I am holding up with my studies very well as I move on in life. Perhaps you're doing the same too. I may not know what you're doing or who you are with, but I hope you're doing fine, my love.
Going back, after all the nasty things I did to fill the void of pleasure of my previous lover that I thought was the one, I am coming out the door with no stains of impurity and tainted innocence. There are no collected anger planted in my soul anymore. What's left is my inner passion to love and be loved with genuiness and honesty.
From my previous letter, I mentioned that I may not see you everyday, but I promise to love you still. It's true. But it's going to be a lot more difficult than the letter. I have now garnered expereinces that are bad and good, but I kept those two to be able to grow and cultivate what we have – our individuality as we face our own chapters in life.
Wherever you are, I hope your heart is beating steady and well. I hope to see you someday, my love.
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Hope
Non-FictionAn author who thought of writing her deepest and most candid thoughts. May the metaphors engraved in each narrative be remembered.