The Friends That Got Away

Dear Daryl,

Consider this as a diary meant for you. A book of letters that I know you won't receive, yet it's full of memories, statements, confessions that is for you. I'll make this as a way to communicate with you each day. I want to tell you the details of my life, everything I wanted to say, but I never did.

I don't know what came over me this morning that I suddenly wanted to buy a notebook dedicated for you. All I know is I'll be a mess if I don't vent out these emotions that are making me feel trapped. I needed an outlet, a medium where I can freely express myself. And I guess, this is it.

You may not see this; you may not even remember me by now because of how many years have passed since we last saw each other. But I still want to convey what I have been feeling for a long time. The feelings I have kept because of untimely circumstances, every thought and memory always involving you that keeps on popping in my head, the opportunities with you that I lost because of certain conditions. To tell you one thing, that I never had the chance to say.

I've always loved you.

Love,
Alia