Unsent Love Letters

I have to get these outta my flat chest. So, just pretend I’m Alanis Morisette, singing Unsent – that late ’90s mellow rock song back when she was still made of angst and didn’t go spreading her legs for magazines. I loved that girl, you know. And yes, this is my 2nd consecutive mush entry. It’s that time of the year, with the typhoons, flooding and all, when I feel the need to hang my self upside down. While crying blood.

Disclaimer: I hope I don’t come off as a snappy playgirl with a harlem of boys around her. I mean, I wouldn’t really mind and I’d even have an excuse to walk around in a dominatrix costume but sadly, I’m just your typical girl who’s been single since birth. YES I MUST MENTION IT IN EVERY SINGLE POST, MMKAY? May the guys I wrote these letters for not get to read this and cut off ties with me for eternity.

-Names have been changed to protect the persons involved. Whattalulz.-

Dear Rez,

You’re right. 10 times karma, that’s what I got. I never thought that breaking someone else’s heart at a young age of 13 will hunt me for the next decade. I was a kid then, what was I supposed to know? I have already apologized a long time ago and we’ve pretty much forgotten about each other since then but just now, I wished that life was just like plurk and my posting this would increase my karma.

Dear Patrick,

Too bad things didn’t work out for us. You were the first guy who ever had the guts to say he liked me and you know that I liked you, too. Hell, even my mom liked you. And your family. And the idea of us being together. Yes, she approved of that. But naturally you blew it and dropped me like a hot potato for reasons I never knew exactly. But no regrets ‘coz you’re fat pig now. Last lolz for me? Hell, yeah!

Dear Blue,

You are one in a trillion. I believe that even if I die and meet all the souls in heaven, nobody would compare to you. No amount of words can ever justify how much I appreciate having you in my life so these, I’d just say- I loved you, I love you. You know that a little too much by now.

Dear Mark,

If you just had the heart to fight for it, to fight for me and for what we had then I might have been compelled to overlook the things that at the beginning made me realize that we can never be. You’re an awesome friend and you make me feel special somehow and really, thank you. But a man with steel balls is what I need at the moment and we both know you have none of those.

Dear Winston,

Thank you. And I’m sorry. It’s not gonna work.

Dear J.C.,

It’s been more than six years since we last saw each other. In case you have forgotten already, I LOVED YOU FIRST AND YOU WERE MY FIRST LOVE. It’s unfortunate though that back in high school, I wasn’t good enough or pretty enough or girly enough for you. And maybe, at present I still am not. That’s why I have been wanting to meet you in person once again- to not only show you the woman I’ve become and but to thank you for being a huge part of it as well. The scars are still there but my heart has long healed. Even I was surprised I moved on… eventually.

Dear Vanno,

I’m really thankful to have gotten to know you. Even if you had rejected me thrice (thrice!!!), I still treasure you so much as a friend. You are a sweet, young man who deserves to be loved and though I can’t be your princess anymore, I do pray that you meet her soon. My happiness for you is genuine.

Dear Joni,

If you were here right now, standing in front of me, I’d grab you by the collar and give you a long, passionate kiss. It’s not often that I meet someone I have that “connection” with and at the same time see myself holding hands with that person. I guess what I’m trying to say is… I don’t merely like you, I want you. So bad. Please want me, too.

Love,
Kring

Note to readers: Don’t be too assuming… Hmm… Wow, that was nice!

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