MGA PAKIWARI AT PAGMUMUNI-MUNI (An AlDub Collection of Poems and Short Stories)

Letters

Day 12 of AMACon Drabbles: Oikos.

This is a continuation of "Just For Tonight" which was day 10 and can be found previously on this book.

Please don't kill me. Again. 😖

FICTION OK? OK.

Unbeta'ed.

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Dear RJ,

"It's not you, it's me."

This might sound cliché and something that you probably do not want to hear but this is exactly what I feel with regards to you and me. I am a mess. I am a coward.

I am sorry.

I love you, please do not ever doubt that. I will always love you. You will always have a special place in my heart.

But I am sorry.

You were - scratch that, ARE wonderful, the best guy a girl could ever have. I was the luckiest girl alive to be able to be given the opportunity to be yours. Even if it was just for a while.

And I will reiterate - I am sorry. I really am.

I won't make excuses for what I did. I know I am in the wrong in this one. I wouldn't tell you not to get mad at me. You should actually be mad at me. It's ok. I accept your anger. I deserve it.

But I really am sorry.

I don't know what to say anymore. I do hope that there would come a day that you and I would be able to meet, look each other in the eye, smile and look back at the memories we did together fondly and with a lightness within our hearts.

But for now - I am sorry.

I love you. I am sorry.

Yours still,
Maine

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He crumpled the sheet of paper that he held in his hands as he struggled not to let the unshed tears fall from his eyes. He wouldn't cry, goddamnit. He wouldn't let her be the reason for his tears.

He was mad, all right. He was seething. But yes - he was also hurting, the pain of losing her still fresh in his heart and mind. He still couldn't understand why she did what she did. He knew she had a tendency to run away but he thought she was ok, that they were ok. Not realizing until it was too late, that they actually weren't.

The letter came in that morning, a week after they last met at Jerald's wedding by accident, got drunk then ended the night at her condo unit with him leaving, this time around, getting his second heartbreak from her.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts of her memories and quickly went to his home office. He sat down on his chair, took a paper from his desk drawer, grabbed a pen then started to write.

Dear Maine...

Maybe this time he could reclaim what he lost. Maybe through these... Letters - he could express what he felt - no, still feels - for her. Maybe with these - she could see what they once had that could lead to her wanting all of it back.

Maybe. Just maybe.