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Letter of the Oppressed

Dear Minnie,

I just wanna say to you that this isn’t a love letter if you are thinking of. First of all, this is a one-way love right? A love of a young man to a girl that he wishes to love him back but never happened. And to your surprise, it is you.

It was summer when we first met. We’re new neighbors at that time, then I saw you—beautiful and sweet. I admit I felt love at first sight with you. I even open my mouth very wide the first time you look at me. When you smiled me, I felt heaven, the moment you talked to me, I died.

You were the nicest girl I’ve ever known, though you can do whatever you wanted, you were happy-go-lucky, you still became friendly and easy to get along too.

Everyday that we’ve been together is the most unforgettable moment of my life. I was really damned to say everyday was the most unforgettable moment of my life whenever I’m with you. If I could write a slumbook and one of the questions asked me what is the most unforgettable moment of my life, one page isn’t enough to write all of those. I would write almost sixty days of my summer and hence, a slumbook would be a diary instead.

On that one night, if you could just remember. We drank at your house because you’re parents wasn’t there. That was only the two of us. For me it was a date, our really first date. I was really really happy when you kissed me and on that same place, we made out. You even ask me to have sex with you. I refuse. A love making will do.

After our bodies became one, I thought it was the start of our romantic relationship. I always go to your house, we went on malls, we eat together, we go to bars and kiss there. All the stuffs a boy and a girl can do as boyfriend-girlfriend.

I told you once that “I Love You.” You just smiled and kissed me. I really felt your love even you didn’t say you love me back.

Before the summer ends, my world crash as the World Trade Center also crashed at the ground zero. I saw you with another guy. I asked you if who was he. You answered me, he is boyfriend.

I ran as fast as I can, I was running as my tears were flying away out of my eyes. I was hurt. I thought you love me, I thought we’re destined, I thought we’ll marry after summer ends, I though we’ll have kids, I thought we’ll grow old together, I thought we’ll die happy with me holding your hands and say I love you before we finally close our eyes…

All were just fantasies, imaginations, daydreamings.

I confront you, I told you all my sufferings and pain. You just smiled and said, “ I like you, but not enough to feel that I love you. I was just fooling around with you. And you don’t even know that? Are you just madly in love with me??”

I didn’t answer you back, I went up to my room and cry. I did have the courage to cut my pulse, to wrap my neck in a rope and jump. But I didn’t do it. Life was so beautiful to end up.

The next day, I began to move on, I didn’t search for you, I didn’t think about you. I stopped myself loving you, but I didn’t won. Yes, I still love you but I didn’t let myself bitten by darkness, by anger.

Summer has ended, no weddings, no kids. Just damn. I just let myself continued life, waited for another summer that might brought me a new love.

Now is summer season again, I began to start a new love, that was the day I let go of you. Then I knew, you and your boyfriend met an accident, he died and you were on a coma. I rushed to the hospital and the doctors said you need a blood donor. I presented and luckily our blood types have matched, but not our hearts…

I told the doctor never to say to you that I was the one who donated for your blood. I want you to live more, live long.

And now, you’re living your life again, God gave you this second life. And now I began living the last days of my life.. Suffering from leukemia diagnosed just this summer as you start with your new life.

And now as you read this, I may be dead.  Just knowing you happy again and alive, I can actually accept death with open arms.

Thank you Minnie, for the love I felt for you. You may not even love me, but I’m glad that I felt this strong feeling for the last summers of my life.

Again, this isn’t a love letter. I love you Minnie, till we meet again..

Loving you until death,

Mickey