This Could Be Our Story

Just Another Love Letter (( tvow entry ))

SPG: KARAHASAN!

Dearest Dakota,

                In case you’re wondering who will send you this kind of letter, just look at the signiture. Please do make sure that you’ll going to read all of this, okay? Let us first reminisce how we met. We met when I was passing by the girl’s bathroom on one contest. You were there, taking a good reflection on one of the bathroom stalls. Did I mention I was a photojournalist? And the given subject was the RH Bill. And I scared you that time, didn’t I? I’m really sorry, Dakota. But know what? I won, thanks to you.

                It was funny that I didn’t believe in love at first sight. I didn’t believe in the mere thought of love. But then there was you. I keep on looking at your photos. I can’t help but fall in love. Your Dakota, my love, my reason to breathe.

                Then summer vacation came and I went to the resort your family owns to see you. I took photos of you and I know I fell in love. I’m sorry, Dakota. I couldn’t help myself falling head over heels to you. I spent my summer playing in your golf tournaments in which I didn’t win but, hey, I had time with you. Turns out, that your parents are acquaintances of my parents. Coincidence? I think not.

                So I made every effort I can do to be with you, Dakota. I transferred school just to be with you. You were famous in your school so I need to do extra effort to get noticed by you. I posted photos of you in the bulletin board saying how much I love you. I ran in the school with a banner saying “I love Dakota.” You might wonder why i did all of these despite that I know little of you. Well, you were Dakota Smith. You are pretty, rich and you live by Lot 19, Block 2, Jefferson Village. How did I know? I followed you one night, Dakota. The day you were raped.

                                That night, Dakota, was my fault. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be devirginized. It was my fault. I should have been brave to control myself, Dakota. I’m sorry. I was a coward.

                But then one day, she came. Dara came and she made your life a hell upon earth. She started spreading rumors that you were pregnant and to top it all up, she confirmed that you were raped. I was stll  a coward at that time, Dakota. I couldn’t help you. They took me away from you. They held me in a room. They said I couldn’t see you.

                There aren’t nights that I didn’t think of you. There were no days that I wish you were with me. I was in this room with nothing but stence and metal bars that separate me from the real world. Dakota, I’ve been to many places, but my heart remains in you.

                I wrote numerous letters to you but they all failed to be sent. I miss you, Dakota. After I’m released, I promise that I will make things right.

I would, first of all, mention and affirm how much I love you. This, I made a poem for you while I’m in jail -- entitled, Oh Dakota. This is for you, obviously.

Oh Dakota,

You are the sunshine to my wiltering day,

you’re the pain in my tooth decay.

You’re the only remaining bench,

you will never smell like cat stench.

You make my head stand up,

Both the head below and on top.

I can think of you every day,

on how to lick you in every way.