Dear R,

Dear R: Cliff Hanger

Dear R,

In books, some authors put cliff hangers, it's a part where the reader's imagination is incharge of what will happen next.

For me, it was challenging, thrilling. I used to love them, because it gives me the opportunity to think of what would happen next. I just... Love using my imaginations, you know. But now, I despise it. You made me realize how much I hate cliff hangers. This third letter is to let you know why.

You were once upon a time the author of our story and I was the fan of your master piece, unfortunately, you weren't as skilled as I thought you would be. You wrote an eventful chapter of my life, I let you wrote it. Then at some point you suffered from what they call "writer's block", you lost inspiration, suddenly not knowing what to write next. You started it and ended it with a very huge cliff hanger. After sucking all my emotions possible in one chapter, you suddenly stopped writing, you left me hanging. Wondering what would happen next.

When you left, I started making stories at the back of my mind, fictional and beautiful stories, Stories that satisfied my mind and longing heart. I knew it would never happen but I still hoped, I continued fooling myself for a very long time. You made me do it, you kept me waiting.

Some stories had the most twisted plots wherein an alien had abducted you and made you live on their planet on a parallel universe that's why you never had the chance to tell me the reason of your leaving, ,they enslaved you and never let you go back to Earth. And then there's this simple yet, still, impossible thing to happen; A story wherein you never really left, one day I woke up and you were there, smiling at me, saying you can't ever leave me. And this was I think the best; all of it was just a dream, I never met you, you didn't really exist and I was never hurt.

How I wish the dreaming really did happened, how I wish I never felt the pain you gave me.

I think, I don't despise cliff hangers, not really. I'm just, again, afraid of experiencing such dead ends. I don't want to be hopeless anymore. But no matter how hard I tried putting up stories, the truth will remain. You're still the R I met, you still left and then came back like nothing happened. I still can't replace this feeling inside of me, that no matter how hard I tried to stop myself, I still kept on going.

Today, you prove to me that you're not going to stop until you have me back.

You kissed me, for damn's sake, I. LET. YOU. and that's not it...

I... The stupid girl, kissed you back.

I am absentmindedly letting you write another chapter... And I hate it and I like it at the same time.Why are you forcing your way into my life, R? You're obviously not aware that you are bringing with you all the happy and sad things of your past writings. It's like you are lifting me back to life and killing me at the same time.

You came back - as the careless author- writing two stories at a time. Ending the pain of our past, starting the beauty of the present and taking advantage of the endless opportunities ahead of us.

I was, and am still, the willing victim of a ruthless writer who isn't fond of creating happy endings. I could only hope that this time you know how to finish what you started.

We both know I can not turn back now.

You started writing this chapter from the first letter I made. I didn't know I let you then, till now.

Fine. You are winning.

But I won't let you know it.

Hiding these letters,

Your loyal reader