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our meeting at the convenience store left me dejected. she said we were not meant to be.
did she mean it from the bottom of her heart?
i bought the strawberry milk and brought it out to drink it. the rain was still pouring, adding on to my sadness.
since when were we so distant?
i went back in, wanting to catch more glimpses of her. i know she would not want to talk to me now. but i've been waiting forever to talk to her, to hug her, to cuddle her, to kiss her. but i'm afraid none of that can happen now.
i spotted a pack of envelopes in her favourite shade, baby pink. i made up my mind and decided to convey my feelings to her.
if she won't hear me out, i might as well write to her.
love, i'm so sorry for everything that happened between us. i never thought we would become this way. i just wanted the best for you. if i become an idol, you would finally live a good life. i would have money to support you. because i know i want to marry you and make you mine. your eyes are like the galaxy full of stars and i always get lost in them. now all i see is hatred and detest whenever you look at me. i never regretted bringing you home from the alley and never will. will you please come back to my side and be my queen once again?
i finished the letter as a smudge was visible at the corner of the paper. i folded it in half and tucked it into the baby pink envelope.
i hesitated giving it to her. what if she throws it away before reading it? am i really a bother to her?
seeing how she was alone in the convenience store looking bored made me want to go and sing and dance for her. i wanted to show her how i feel.
but when the familiar ring of the bell attached to the glass door made its sound again, it was as if time stopped. i stood rooted to the ground as we exchanged eye contact for the umpteenth time that night.
"this is for you. please read it. i'll be waiting outside for you."
i pushed the glass door back open and exited after leaving the letter on the still conveyor belt at the cashier.
she opened the envelope and unraveled the letter. her eyes started turning glossy and a shade of pink brushed across her cheeks.
does this mean good news? will she come back to me? and be my queen again?
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hey i realised this story has been quite inconsistent with the use of 'you' and 'she' so i'll be editing it soon. happy to see that this has reached 1k reads. thanks everyone for giving this book so much support. i love you.
