Hello, Richard: The Secret Correspondence

86 Tuesday - Aug 9, 2016 | 12:12AM

My Dearest and Most Wonderful Dei,

Hello, you. I know it's not right to say this at the moment but I don't want to keep anything from you anymore: I miss you so damn much, it hurts, Dei.

I miss the suspense of opening the app to see whether or not you wrote back. I miss the incredible wit you write your messages with. I miss the adorable old-fashioned emoticons you use to hug, snuggle and whatever cute gesture you have in mind. I miss the times I feel like clutching at my heart because I am overwhelmed by how fond I am of you, your little tantrums, and your sweet apologies afterward. I miss your hesitant longing for sexy times. I miss it when you call me baby, sweetheart, sweetie, darling. I miss the comfort and contentment knowing my day can never go wrong because you're just a chat or message away, ready and waiting for me. I miss having a reason to smile.

You know, there's this hollow feeling (also see: gaping hole) inside me that I am having the most difficult time shaking off. Whether it's because I don't want to or I can't (I haven't tried yet), I am not yet sure. I know the recent happening between us is the likely culprit, though. There's just this... vacuum.

To be honest, I am not hoping that time will heal it, Dei. Instead, I am praying that patience will make it whole again. I have faith in us, I've already told you that but there's no time to best have faith than now.

Dei, you are not a figment of my imagination. I am not a figment of your imagination either. You and I are real, no matter how little the information we have about each other. This relationship is not imagined. It's real. The flutters you've been feeling? The high I kept having? That's right, they're real. I thought we both understood that meeting was our first priority. Meeting each other, that eyeball, was agreeably our first order of business. All the lovely messages and passionate chats leading to that point was just a wonderful added surprise. Take it as bonus. Of course, I want to get to know you better. Of course.

That brings me to something important I want to share with you.

I am Alden Richards.

There. I'm not keeping anything from you anymore.

In real life, my name is Richard Faulkerson, Jr.
You may or may not have guessed that I am somewhat in the business of entertaining and performing given my travels, and well, my PA. That was a slip. I was actually waiting for you to ask why I have one. I figured you may have deduced some things because you never did clarify. You are very smart after all. Just one of the many reasons I have fallen truly, madly, deeply in love with you.

I am Alden Richards and I love you, Dei.
That is my truth right now, Dei.
I love you.

I actually have a flight to Morocco in a few hours and how I wish we could go together. Stroll around Casa Blanca. Explore Marrakesh.
Oh, Dei, it would be absolutely amazing.
God, what would I not give to have you meet me there!

Anyway, I may be out for quite a while but will write back if I get wifi.

Please think about us, Dei. Think about what beautiful thing we have. Please?

Leaving you w another song for the R&D Playlist. You know this one, I'm sure.

The Man Who Can't Be Moved
(The Script)

🎶 'Cause if one day you wake up
and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder
where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back
here to the place that we'd meet
And you'd see me waiting for you
on the corner of the street

So I'm not moving
I'm not moving 🎶

I love you, Dei.
No matter what, I love you.
I really do.

Richard