Dear someone,

I am sorry it didn’t work out for the both of us. We’ve both tried to patch things up where we tend to break apart but it’s been brittle for quite long already.

Two inimitable beings united for some existential reasons by fate or by doom but both faltered. Two strong personalities where nobody wanted to succumb to another’s whim is as apocalyptic as World War II.

It’s said how your touch became alien to me. They’re like staccato notes on my skin, wandering from one mount to another only to create oblivion. As I slowly outgrow my shell to explore what’s unfamiliar, I did not feel you come along. Instead we drifted apart from each other’s space forming this huge boundary that both ate us away. All of a sudden, it’s only our fruit that lures us to knock on our separate doors. But we know it’s not enough, love seemed to flee us already.

If you ask me where we have gone wrong, that shall always be an obscurity I just cannot figure out. Seven years seemed like a whirlwind bliss where there are quite a few vague areas and some painful knots in between. The love I felt then was genuine, it made me delirious for quite long but somehow, it faltered. And I am in no position right now to answer if you ask me why and how. It’s sad. And I tell you, it’s still painful when I think of everything we once shared. It breaks my heart bit by bit.

Somehow I know you have tried your part to have it work out for us despite the absence of what’s supposed to be our foundation. But I can’t make something out of it without the little things that compose of what we once had. Even the simplest things don’t exist anymore. The surprise and playful kisses, the holding of hands, the squeeze in my shoulder, the baby talks, the juvenile squeals, the tight hugs and your kiss on my head. Everything waned. Six years ago you were the perfect one but I guess perfection is just an excuse to overlook the flaws and the little things we ought to have fostered.

And maybe in time, love would revert to friendship. We should not waver, we have to wait. There are still issues at hand to settle and dreams to pursue. And it’s a possibility that you’ll find another “me” in the long run and I, as well, never stopped hoping for a happy love life. The best thing to do perhaps is never to repeat the same mistakes again. And when the time comes that you find it best to have someone new around in your life, I advise you to hold her hand more. Stroke her hair when she least expects you to. Notice how cute her new dress is. Her new manicured nails. Ask if she’s hungry or tired and do something about it. Surprise her with flowers, poetry and sweet nothings once in a while. Assure her once often how pretty you think she is. Never take her for granted. Don’t ogle at other girls when with her. Compliment her in your sexiest voice. Massage her when you think she needs it. Stare at her like you’ve only seen her for the first time. Respect her as how you respect your mother and sisters. And listen not only to what she’s saying but most importantly, to what compose her silence. These are only little things but every girl would turn every time she feels like giving up.

Me.