For quite sometime I was deciding as to what my blogs would contain and finally, I have decided to post carefully-selected write-ups that talks about my innermost feelings — some of them have been read, others went hidden in shoeboxes.
I only am hoping for unoffensive comments. All you readers are free to write your thoughts about my write-ups so long as they are not destructive.
Well, I think I am gonna start to the time when I first had a serious relationship. Unfortunately, not all firsts really last. This one is for someone I named Mr. Kramphilla or Mr. Penshoppe and was written thirteen days after we broke up. My pen name then was Ms. Bitterly Odd. Enjoy reading…
September 19, 2002
Kramphilla or Mr. Penshoppe,
I just want you to know that I still love you, that I still wish that we’re still together, that the biggest regret of my life is the instance that I let you go eventhough you can be mine.
I just can’t forget the moments that we shared together. Those simple walks that you simply hold my hand. Then suddenly, you kissed me on my lips. What sweet moments! But they will never come back. How I wished I was true to myself then. I hope I didn’t mind the implications if we’re really meant for each other. The problem is, I love you! I don’t want you to be part of my wild world.
But then, it really hurts. Until now, I still feel the pain of losing you. Oftentimes, I still think, what if we’re still together? Maybe we are both very happy. Maybe I’ll have that pleasant feeling. But you’re already gone… But just incase that it’s still possible for us to be together again, I promise, this time I’ll love you much better and I’ll fight for you, come what may!
Lovelots,
Ms. Bitterly Odd
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