Open Letter by: Denise Go To my one that got away (TOTGA), Just like any love story, we started as strangers, until we became classmates to group mates to friends to text mates for months, and then I suddenly started having butterflies in my stomach every time I see you in class or get a text from you. We were in our first Year of College and had different courses. We barely knew each other, but funny how destiny works because we were classmates in all of our subjects and even seatmates in Algebra. We had simple but cute conversations on Facebook and text messages. We smile at each other every time we see each other in class other and sometimes I even caught you staring at me. Our classmates didn’t notice anything because I guess we’re good at hiding, just like how we hide our true feelings and how afraid we are of revealing it. Then one day, I didn’t know what got into me and I just started avoiding you. We no longer exchanged messages but we still do talk, occasionally. I got scared of what would happen next and I’m just not sure if the timing was right. It was sophomore year when we got our different subjects, so technically, our schedule was not the same anymore and we barely saw each other in campus. Then in our junior year, you transferred to another University. Our story was never “our love story” simply because it was clear that there was never an “us.” All those “what ifs” is still going on in my head; what if I wasn’t too afraid to gamble on love, what if I gave you a chance, us a chance, could there have been a clear “us”? Now that we’re both mature and in different relationships already, I know for sure that we are blessed, contented and happy with them. We may have never been a couple and I really don’t know if we’ll work out as a couple but, nevertheless, I’ll always consider you as the one that got away. Sincerely, Denise
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Why not?
This question plagued me for a long time. Why not? Why not? ~*~ Let me get back from the start. Hi. My name is Erika. I’m 22. And I’m a girl. ~*~ I’ve been going to therapy for seven months now. For a reason I do not know. My mom made me go. She says I have too many loose screws in the head. But it’s not true. I just need clarity. I just need someone to talk to. ~*~ She’s looking at me weirdly. My therapist. She’s looking at me like I am screwed up in the head. But I know it’s not true. She’s asking me now why I needed to be here. I do not know, either. ~*~ “My friend told me he liked me.” I started. “That’s a good thing, isn’t it?” she asks. “It’s good for me. But not for him.” I said. “Why?” again, she asks. I don’t even know her name. I think I should ask. “What’s your name?” “I’m Dr. Rivera.” She answers me. Okay. “Because I don’t like him.” I said answering her earlier question. “Why not?” She asks me. Why not? ~*~ It was summer of 2009. I was 18. A fresh graduate. I was sitting at a library somewhere. I was reading a children’s book. It was great. And he sat in front of me. Out of all the vacant chairs at this almost-empty-out-of-nowhere library. He chose to sit in front of me. Right in front of me. “Hi.” He says. ~*~ He became my friend. His name was Jake. And he is everything. ~*~ Two years later. He is still my friend. He is still everything. He knew everything about me. I knew everything about him. We were happy. ~*~ Another couple of years pass by. Everything is still the same. We were still happy. We were okay. Until we weren’t. ~*~ He told me he felt something for me. He told me friendship was no longer enough. He told me he cares. I didn’t answer. ~*~ He got angry. He left. He never came back. ~*~ I realized I was wrong. I realized I was just scared. I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know how to make it okay. ~*~ He still hasn’t come back. I called him. He didn’t answer. I knocked on his door. He didn’t answer. I cried. He still wasn’t here. ~*~ I saw his sister. She told me why he still hasn’t come back. She told me why he wouldn’t be able to. ~*~ “Why not?” My therapist asks again. Why didn’t I? I knew the answer. ~*~ Why not? Because he’s gone. And I can’t love a ghost |
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