Hello.
I saw you again today. You looked sad, as usual. I tried smiling at you but that would be weird because I don't even think you know I exist. I've heard a lot about you. I want to be your friend but I'm afraid you'd hate me.
The other day we passed by each other while I was helping an old lady cross the street. When I realized it was you I hoped you would notice and think I'm not that bad of a person after all.
Whenever I see you walking or eating alone I want to give you company and talk about things you want to talk about. I want to show you that the world isn't so bad after all.
But I can't.
Because she always arrives. "Hi, Dennise!"She smiles at me. She knows who I am.
I want to tell you I'm sorry. I want to kneel in front of you and apologize for all these whirlwind of emotions I have inside me.
The love of my life, the woman who always makes me smile and whose voice makes my heart flutter all the time, the person I wish I can spend this lifetime with is wrapped around you smiling at me like she didn't just spend the night before making me dinner and then lying on my bed until the morning after.
I smile back at her and walk pass you. I can never have the courage to stare too long, or I might break and beg for her to choose me instead.
I'm sorry that the woman I love is the same woman in your arms at the moment.
I'm sorry because I know you have this feeling inside you that there is someone else in her life and that is causing you pain.
But mostly I'm sorry for myself because even after she spends hours being happy with me, she still walks out my door and comes home to you.
Every single time.
Please take care of her. Alyssa, the love I wish I can keep.
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This is a personal letter I am writing to the man who gets to hold the woman I love in his arms. I know she loves him. I hope and pray he uses all the power he has in this world to give her all the love she deserves.
I love you, Ly.
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Alyssa x Dennise
FanfictionThis is a compilation of short stories based on everyday experiences or observations, my own tragedies, or from the stories of other people I know translated into and reflected through the eyes of Alyssa, Dennise, and the people around them.