The Secret Letter

Hey....

I don't know how to start this letter actually, but i will try.

Firstly, i want to wish, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY !!! Sweet seventeen! I am so so so so terrible sorry about the late wish. I tried to remember your birthday but i was so busy with other things. I know that you said its fine but I will try my best to make it up to you. I'll pray for your health, success in this life and after and happiness. :)

Ok. Let's cut to the chase. This letter will be long, so if you don't feel like reading it or whatever, feel free to tear it and burn it. Just let me know about it.

I've been longing to tell you these words, I admit that I am missing you. Honestly, I am not sure if I am missing the old you or just yourself, but I am sure that I am missing you. It is never easy for me to keep the feeling all along. I can't tell other people about it because it will make me look so sorry.

I am sorry. I tried to talk to you about what I had been keeping for awhile but every time we had any conversation, I don't see how to start it. My skill is writing, maybe by writing I can think about how to say it.

I remember how our story started, it was kinda hilarious. From a stranger to a friendship. Then things got complicated. I got jealous and misinterpret. Forgive my ladies' instinct. I always wanted to leave and disappear but you always have the right words to let me stay. Your patient your concern. Remember all those moments. I do remember it. The jealous, the silent, the the drama. I remember being so sick of us. How annoying i actually feel as you suddenly appeared as nothing had happen. Losing you was tragic but pushing you aside was suicide. I tried to make the most. Go along with your flow. Acting cool. Like nothing ever happen.

I used to tell your everything about me. Right now, i don't see how to be like that again. You always have the intense tone. You never tell me anything that happen to you. We used to share so much, but things changed. I get it.

Honestly, I don't remember how we used to have so much to talk about in a day. Now, our conversation seems short and limited. I can't talk to you if I don't have anything to talk about. I don't know how to be myself when I am around you. I am not saying that I act or pretend but, I just feel limited. Caught up.

I don't give a damn about your changes, from saint to satan but how we changed, that effect me.

Things changed drastically, I never realize how fast time flies. I used to keep myself busy to keep you out of my mind. FYI, time seems like slowing down every time we talk on the phone. That's how it used to be.

I am done with what so ever this is. I can't keep myself to stay.

No matter what people talked about you, no matter how much most of my friends asked me to ignore you, I am stepping back because I want to.

I am so so so sorry. I know we are nothing more than just friend. I am the one being over about about us. I prefer to be nothing. Not even your friend. You don't have to worry about me. If you feel like.

Your friend,
-anonymous-


How do you guys enjoy the short story? I guess I need to improve my writing. I should describe more. Anyway, thanks for reading.