You!
Happiest birthday! I wanted to see you yesterday so I tried, and well—I succeeded and failed both at the same time.
I find myself laughing at me with the fact that I walked around the street where our campuses are in the afternoon while the sun is shining so brightly and sweat are dripping to my skin. Funny how I was so excited that I went to our meeting place two hours before the meeting time only to meet you for less than thirty minutes.
Am I this desperate? This is funny.
You said you had something to pass to your professor right away which, I totally understood. I do not know, maybe that was just an excuse not to be with me as well? Kidding, I know you are not like that.
But with that few minutes, I got to spend with you. From you, saying "boo!" with your hands slightly raised, I must admit, that exasperation in me dispersed, no more.
And as we were standing to the escalator, you said, "your dress looks nice"—may I just ask, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO SAY THAT. I blushed.
I just want to say, you did not have to pay for that milktea. It should have been I, it should have been my mini birthday present to you but why does it feel like as if I am the one who has been treated for my birthday.
I felt, I think, that you have someone in your life though. But, I am just glad to share that few minutes with you.
Earlier today, I sent my birthday greeting for you. There, I finally said it.
Remember what you said to me with your birthday letters for me? Seems like you are talking to yourself then HAHAHA You are the one who's insanely admirable, the one who's not a waste of space, the sunshine, the stars, and the wonderful being of God, the one who is the breath of fresh air, the rare soul. You are all those. Truly.
I cannot believe that I said that. It felt as if I just confessed all over again. My insides are turning. Anyways, it has to be said.
Thank you and Happy birthday!
You are the light and you continue to be my light.
Words from you: Let us continue living out the light as best as we can.
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Letters I'll Never Send
Non-Fictionthere will always be thoughts that will remain unsaid; thoughts that will be published here instead.