Letters

Eleventh Letter

Dear Waffles,

Do you like waffles? Yeah we like waffles. Do you like pancakes? Yeah we like pancakes. Do you like French toast? Yea we like French toast . To too too too can't wait to get a mouthful.

I'm kidding.

Waffles, when I was in 11th grade you appear on a phone call. I didn't know who it was and you kept playing around with me, until I figured out that my best friend, Robin, had given you my number so you guys could play around with me.

I started talking to you, and figured that you were the guy that liked one of my friends, Font. So I asked you, I knew you had tried things with Font, so if you were gay? You said no. You said you were 99% boys and 1% girls. In my opinion , I didn't like going out with boys that were bi.

I still got to know you and found out you were "mi amor platonico": tall, black hair,skinny, green eyes, named GBL (abbreviated), funny and always smiling and lovable.

So we still got to get to know each other and it turned out that you lived at Luquillo. Far away from me. But you said that you came to San Juan often. We tried seeing each other a few times but something always happened. I stopped talking to you a bit and I started talking with Love(second letter person) (Sam). At Dec 16 you asked me if I still liked you. That same moment a bit earlier Sam said he liked me and I said I liked him back and we were singing "First date-blink 182."

A few years passed and I randomly started talking to you. This time you said you didn't like boys. And we started going out. You were funny and lovable... Although a very horny bitch.

I finally said yes on July 17. On October I found out you cheated on me with a girl that had the same taste of music and kind of the same actitud. I was so heartbroken. It was soon going to be your birthday. So I gave you all the gifts and I cried and I was so sad. After that I decided to give you a chance. On Dec, we were great, played a shitload of Pokemon, took care of our grandma's, smoked a lot of weed, we went every Sunday to take you surfing. I had fun. I loved you so much. But the sad part was, that you were always using your phone with me and when you were at Luquillo for the week, you never answered your calls nor texts.

It was months like that. Suffering because you were never there. Because you didn't talk to me. Because all you did was come on weekends, smoke weed, sex... Same thing over and over. Oh! Let me not forget, massage. I always gave you massages.

Once, we were so bad that I wanted to write you letters; and I did. And you'd take them home. I don't remember much about the letters and it's better if I don't.

One day that we were returning from Arecibo we had a fight and you broke up with me. I cried like a bitch, I dont know why, because I was already suffering being with you. A week later we came back together. Then a week later we broke up for good.

There are some things that I will probably leave unsaid but you were good for a friend, I shouldn't have crossed the line. My best friend Robin and my other friend Spencer, told me how you were and what was coming, but I wanted to give you a try anyway.

I will never forget that you gave me the freewill to be with another girl while I was with you, but hell no! I wanted you and I respected you.

I won't forget your ukulele. I loved it.

I hope you're doing fine. And not so long ago, you came to visit me, and all you wanted to do was cuddle and have sex and smoke... Same old same old. I cuddled up and had sex. You bitch. But time has passed and I have a person, better than you, B, (CRTPR).

                  Hope you're doing fine , cares , -Alo