Isang Pahinang Kwento

Letter

Before anything else,

I am just simply your reader.

I read what you wrote.

Vote it if I like it.

Comment if I felt the need to speak.

That was the start.

At first, I just added your stories in my library because a friend suggested it to me.

Not until I started reading it that I've realized, it was worth it.

You're an amazing writer.

Everyone says that, and I, too, think so.

Just at the flick of your hand,

By the stroke of your ordinary pen,

Little wild imagination,

And a mixed of reality,

You manage to write a whole new world.

And you pull us in.

It was very interesting.

The whole new world you created feels real.

Real to the point when a character get frustrated, we did too.

Whenever someone died, we also mourned.

When the scene gets emotional, we cried too.

And when the main character falls in love, we also fall hard.

And not only we fall to the character of the story.

As we, I, also feel inlove with the writer.

I don't know where it started,

I don't when it became the book, the characters, and you.

The author.

I just got this feeling whenever I heard your penname.

Or even your books and characters.

Then, the time comes.

That you took the risk,

And reveal who you are at the back of your username.

You show us a glimpse of your identity.

You not only let us in your books,

But also to your life.

Even though it's just a small opening.

And that's when this feeling intensified.

I'm sorry.

I should have restrained my feelings.

Myself.

Should I never been curious to you.

Never look up to you like you're the moon in the darkest night.

And I was one of those stars.

Some random star, not even the dazzling one, just one of the billion starts around you.

Looking at you, peeking at you.

Wishing that one day, I can also stand beside you.

Even if it just a companion.

A friend.

No more. No less.

'Cause I know, you deserved the most brightest and dazzling star, the sun.