Dear You,
You may not know me personally, but I think I'm already familiar to you.
(a prose x poetry from Niume)
UPDATE: Niume is going to shut down this October 2017, so I decided to shut down my account there (sorry guys if I deleted it, I hope yo...
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The pages you were reading were first published in Niume. Unfortunately, the said platform shut down for good.
It was good using you, Niume. You were the best blogging platform I have ever used.
Until we meet again.
That's what I would tell to "you-know-who," whenever I meet him suddenly in my dreams. I only met him once, and prolly that might be my first and last time I'll ever see him in the flesh.
The following chapters were already written here on Wattpad, and I'm sure you'll be updated seeing updates that might include, "modifications" such as pictures, because most pictures that you see here aren't appropriate for the theme of this prose.
Before I proceed to chapter 21, I would like to tell you how Niume changed my life for the better...
It all started when I was randomly browsing the internet... and the rest's history. I started to love Niume as my blogging platform, hopefully the one that might show the best in me, and yeah.
It was the only blogging platform that let me post my first post of, "Dear You."
That's where everything started: All my personal drama were translated into proses, for example, this prose. I was about to prove my writing prowess when I applied for graduate studies that specialized in creative writing. However, the moment I got rejected, things got messy.
However, I chose to stay in this game. I chose to write for myself, and here I am now.
...and to that person who really inspired me to write proses, thank you so much for showing up to me, even though I never asked for it. I was simply infatuated towards you, but still, to keep the line between professional and personal life, I chose to show the professional one.
I chose not to show my emotions. Well, I believe you understand that.
If so, that's because I don't want to lose face.
Oh, and by the way, I'm running out of words to describe everything.
