LETTER (part I)

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the letter goes like this:

GREETINGS MY FRIEND,

Let me tell you something.

I started joining the club. I don't know that you are one of the officer there.

Your presence didn't bother me.

They say that you are on your "bitter days" cause you had been broke up by your girl.

I don't even know who's that girl they are talking about cause your presence is nothing to do with me.

TIME HAD PASSED. . .

Lots of activities we'd done. . .

You were always the one who always cheers me up that I can do things that I, myself, surrender to do for it is impossible.

You taught me how to pursue things I have started.

We had shared happy memories especially during breaktime when we play games of the kids.

When you're absent, I long for your presence.

I don't know why.

Maybe I'm used that you're always behind me when we have projects to accomplish.

You always pick me to be part of your group and others start noticing it.

One time, when you are tickling me as a punishment in losing the game, our club adviser had seen it and told us to avoid doing such thing for others would think bad about us and it is not good in their sight.

So the moment we're playing got lessen.

Then one day, at the club room, when I was sleeping, taking some rest, someone disturbed me. I just ignored it for I was tired and badly needed some rest.

Someone asks, "who was the one napping?" I don't know to whom that voice belong but I know that it was I she was referring to.

"That's my girlfriend," you told her and the other members shout their "ayieeeeeeeeeeesssss"s and "wuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii"s.

I was about to turn around to find out who was that girl so I can introduce myself to her and tell her that you were just kidding but a loud bang of the door had kept the room silence.

I was confused and just pretended that I was deeply asleep.

The next day had come and I noticed that you loose time spending with me

You always leave the room earlier than the others which is really unusual.

I feel that you started ignoring me.

To my curiosity, I asked them "where does he after the club hours, and why early than us?"

"Maybe doing things needed to be fixed," someone responded.

What is that thing?

Is it that really important?

Is it something to do with me?

I don't know but my heart feels pain.

It doesn't function normally.

There's something bothering it.

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