How does it feel when you’re in love? When you’re loved back? When everything’s perfect? And how does it feel when all of that fade away?

I don’t know. I haven’t experienced being in love yet. But maybe, just maybe, I know a little about it.

I’ve always hated how my sister managed to get hold of my diaries and read them out loud when the family gathers. I thought I got my revenge at last when I found hers under her pillow. I immediately took it and noticed something in between the pages. I pulled it out and saw a sealed envelope. I ripped the sides open and began reading it.

I wish I hadn’t…

Dear Love,

Years ago, I would have written you right after our arguments over your deception. Now that I have grown more mature, I am able to wait until I get hold of myself after the emotional outburst. I want to be sure that what I write is what I really mean.

            I don’t know how long it would take for you to stop being a two-timer and finally be faithful to me. I guess right from the beginning, I should have realized that your so-called love for me was never real. How can you love me and cause so much heartache? All these years, you have caused me so much pain that mere words can never express. I have given all I can to the extent that I can no longer squeeze anything out of myself.

            If you think everything is alright, it is not. I have to put a front for the sake of everybody. I love my parents too much to even just let them worry. You’ve hurt me beyond imagination.  After your affair with Jane, strings of girls followed. With every fling, you have continuously wounded me. It felt like dying a thousand deaths, my heart has now crumbled and though how hard I try to mend it back, healing does have its limitations.