Author’s Note: To those who lie awake every 3 in the morning thinking about the things they have left unsaid and the things that they are afraid to say, this is for you. Had this inspiration for quite some time now, filled with cliché dialogues & angst.
Love Letters to Heaven
She writes letters that she’s afraid to send, not knowing that there’s a boy out there waiting for a letter to be sent.”
I opened the rusty mailbox to find nothing but rust.
10 Years Back
I was writing a letter, a letter to no one. Hoping that one day, someone, somewhere will read this letter. My dad used to tell me to write him letters every day before God took him. He told me to write all my feelings down, it would make me comfortable, he said. And it did. I was fifteen when I got bullied, saying my mom and dad never wanted me. I was fifteen when I was tormented with bruises and scars. I was fifteen when I first saw my mom crying. I was fifteen when my dad left. I was fifteen when I last saw my dad. I was fifteen when I realized that though there are many people surrounding me, I am alone and I have no one. I was fifteen when the world turned down on me.
Dear Someone,
How’s my daddy, it’s been a year since you took him from me. Is he doing okay? I hope so. Today, I got bullied again at school. They told me I was an unwanted daughter that’s why my dad left. I told that to mom and she scoffed me off. She is crying again, and it hurts me whenever I see her cry. Why does everyone hate me so much? No understands me, but that’s okay. I know that someone somewhere will understand me someday.
Love, Daisy
I folded my pink-colored paper at the size that would fit in a standard white envelope. I took my raincoat out because it’s raining outside. I held my letter tightly until I saw an abandoned house that has a broken mailbox post painted in a blue pastel color across the street. They said that there was once a happy family living in this old abandoned house until someone took their happiness away. I opened the rusty mailbox and placed my letter inside, with full hope that someone will be able to read my letter and understand.
Present Time
I closed the rusty mailbox and sighed. Holding tightly the letter I made for him.
Ten Years Back, Again
The next day, it rained again. Holding my yellow parasol, I went straight from my school to the abandoned mailbox post in front of the abandoned house. When I opened the mailbox, I saw a blue envelope, and my letter was gone. I hurriedly opened the envelope to find a white sheet of paper with words on it.
Dear Daisy,
I’m sure that your dad is doing fine.
BINABASA MO ANG
Love Letters to Heaven
Romanceshe writes letters that she never sends, he waits for a letter that was never sent.