Dear Ms. I.A,
I don't know how, or why.
I suddenly lost the courage to write to you.
My life suddenly turned into something i never expected. I wanted to rewrite all the letters, relive them, but reading them was kind of sad.
I knew that i shouldn't be holding on, i'm now an adult... something that i'm still struggling to accept, i'm starting to... go with the flow... a fact that i hated.
I was afraid to write another letter, every year, for another year, i am clinging to you, the feelings i have, it's starting to fade, but i wanted to hold on... i don't want to.
Why is it that i always thought that the two of us CAN NEVER BE? but kept on holding on to you? my memory of you? is it really love? i always cherish those moments i see you laughing, from afar, i was contented... is it really love? or i'm just really infatuated...
i don't know anymore... maybe it's better if i stop this now.... rewriting all the past letters, comes the painful memories of a childhood that pierces, it's too deep of a wound that left me scars that will remain forever even if i try to forgive and forget.
I pity myself so much...
