Long lost, Tokyo
To: riverscape.abueva@gmail.com
Subject: Ten years late
I love you. I love the mess that you are. I love how passionate and driven you are with your work. I love how crazy you may seem at times. I love the quirkinesses and vanity combined. I love how you pose for those cute selfies and videos and wackies in between. I love staring into your eyes—it's like staring right straight into a masterpiece. I love your laughters—they keep me sane at times. I love how gentle you are with your words. I love our individual differences and preferences. I love how firm you are in terms with your choices and beliefs. I love how outgoing and cheerful you are. I love those rants that I get to hear from you every time we talk. I love how I could read your mind sometimes. I love how you speak out loud at times. I love the little chitchats, the heavy breathings, the silence and the laughters in between. Above else, I love your honesty. You're like a star that I could only look upon at night. You gave me light and hope. You always remind me of yellow—bright and beautiful.
I wish I could turn back time. I know that I am ten years late... these words are ten years late already. But I just want to fully let it all out so that I could fully move forward... so that we could fully move forward and grow apart.
I am getting married, Riverscape. Next sunday. I met your wife on the grocery store yesterday. She's nice and beautiful. I gave her the wedding invitation. I hope to see you.
With love and light,
Tokyo
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Long lost, Tokyo.
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