IX: His Deepest Apologies

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IX: His Deepest Apologies

            / This letter is for Miriam, it does not involve Farleigh in it. Dedicated to Figaro for being an constant inspiration to write more heartfelt letters. /

 

Dear Miriam,

            I am sorry if Farleigh would know about our story but I want to repeat the three-lettered words that every guy would say. I am sorry. I truly am but it is neither our fault, it is nobody’s. I could say that I have been a complete jerk for not forcing myself to love you as to how you are. I tried changing you – it appeared beautiful to other’s eyes but it did not for us. I am writing this letter after the day we broke apart. Nonetheless you would say that you broke up with me but in the teenage dictionary. Breaking up with ‘him/her’ would mean a total distrust or a forceful push for us to go apart. Yet here I am still trying to think what I could have done.

            You are fierce, they say. But you are suicidal also, you would jump a building for the needy. You are too noisy for the teacher’s likings causing you to go to detention at least two hours a day. My parents worry for you, especially my mother. She said, “If you can’t change Miriam, then change yourself!”

            They told me that if I would act differently you would get the idea that something is wrong. And when something is wrong, we humans become affectionate enough to change. But you got that idea, you told me that I was a weakling who could not even stand for myself. That I can’t even ‘man’ up to protect you but Miriam, you were strong enough. I know you are that type of person who would not ask for help unless you said so, this is the reason why I would have to set up my own league while you do your own but I have a secret I want you to know: I might be leaving town to study in Kansas or probably in Louisiana.

             They say that we all attract each other even in this distance. But I don’t know if you will be strong enough to repel me – to push me go on my own league. I think I will regret this. Hey Miriam? I love you so much – I would be your second hand, I would be that boy who will push you up whenever you go down.

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