Dear father,

We still miss you very much.

The three of us.

All of us.

It was eclipse, did you know that? You couldn’t wait for the sun rise, when you decided to just walk out in the moonlight.

How could you do such injustice to us, to your children?

It was devastating, you abandoning us like that.

Yes, you left in a nebulous night that dressed in darkness, yet a warm night, where we fell asleep after you read us stories and put us to bed, kissing each of us on the forehead, goodnight. We got tagged in, and then dozed into a warm and comfy sleep. When we later woke up, you’d already slipped away, alone, hiding your face.

If we had known you were leaving, the three of us, your children, could’ve tagged along, yet since our eyes were heavily weary from the stories you read to us, so we fell asleep instead. By then, you were far gone, in the dim neon light, without a trace or a note.

Maybe one-day, we will catch up with you, tracing your fading footprints.

Life is so cold and quiet, without you.

Everyday though, we miss you, as you’re still in our thoughts.

We miss, your laughter, and your hugs, and your face.

We miss your funny jokes.

Mostly, we miss your fatherly love.

Wherever you are now, we hope that you’re happy and free!

Be our guardian angel forever!

Yours Truly,

MI.

Dear Emily,

I was always being reminded that, a man never sheds a drop of tears from his eyes for any reason. But instead, he’s expected to swallow his prides, and hide his feelings that might burn in his veins, deep inside his soul.

I found that myth to be totally false, the day I met you.

When I laid my hazel eyes on your stormy blue sea eyes, my feet could not keep up, walking one after the other, disorderly dancing with the drums of my heartbeat.

On that special day, I felt alive. I felt so weak in the same time, because I did not know what to do with the electrical shocks that surged through my veins, and paralyzed my feet.

Although until this moment, I haven’t yet held you in my arms, because there is a big, rigidly standing wall between us, I feel like you’ve alway been part of my life, right here next to me.

I always imagine the exhilarating feels that would be effectuated from the warmth of your tender body.

The thought of you is always my gliding wings. I think of your beautiful smiles, the dimples you make on your face.

Have you ever wondered though, why you bite your lips? Is it because you get nervous around me, as much as I am nervous around you?

My goodness, look at the time. Time just slips away so fast.

It’s in the middle of the night, close to dawn. I’ve been sitting on my dusty broken chair, writing this letter to you.

It took me long time, pouring my heart out with my left hand; I broke the right hand, fracturing few bones, when I punched the silent and tall wall standing between us.

My rage yielded no outcomes, for the wall didn’t dent or move, which is stubbornly still standing still, and proud.

Don’t worry, I had to go to the emergence room. They’ve stitched me up nicely, and it’s healing gradually.

I wish you’re here next to me now. That’s my only wish. I’d be so excited to touch your face. The warmth of that would make my broken arm and longing heart heal faster.

I never felt such fervent vibration in my heart, until the day I met you.

The day our eyes meet, a magic, unexplained phenomenon, a static energy transformation happened and created a sparkling chemistry, I had never felt before.

I only began to live life, the day I met you! I also died the day I met you.

I wish you’re here next to me now, so I could hold you in my arms.

Yours Truly,

MI

My Dearest Friend,

Now our bondage is fully dissolved, I am yet having a sort of contrition about how we had ceased our affairs, by disparaging all that we had built on common grounds, yet all that vanished over an awful conversation, which we had bartered, despite the lengthy of our good relationship.

Today, as I stand on the edges of a wobbling mountain, and seeing how the days are quite fleeting like the wind, I’ve come to realization and found a time to walk on cold ice, bare feet, letting my mind and heart converse in sincerity, recalling all the past events that suddenly unfolded beneath our eyes.

We were young then, two wild hearts, equally defiant of nature itself, yet we had found our admirable perseverance of adamant tempers, and mastery, which bonded us as a union.

It’s disheartening though, seeing a castle built by two people with hard labor and a hefty paid price, disintegrated into ashes, over night.

Now, I am bathing in regret, when I recall our stubborn prides, the wildfire that burnt down our castle to dust.

Because, now this should not come to you as any surprise, when I humbly say how much I had regarded highly of our friendship, and which I still do, although all that ended over a quarrel of insignificant weight.

In looking back, the degrees in which our last affair concluded, the reasons were quite inadequate, to say the least, even though I cannot speak of with equal certainty of your standing on this matter, how you might’ve measured our discontinuity.

As the nightfall nears by, I found our decisions of departing in our own separate ways to be unequivocally bothersome, foolish, and unnecessary.

Therefore, if I had to go back in time, I would’ve laid my sharp sword down, and let you take and lead the ways, in order to save our longest friendship, which might’ve lasted forevermore.

Yours Truly,

MI

Dear Liz,

I know this letter will never gets officially delivered to your doorstep, before your warm heart and feet leave your home.

The content inside the crisp white sealed envelope, which was carefully crafted and folded may not hold anything newer or surprising. But rather, another foolishness plea, just like all my previously rendered letters to you, which entailed my deepest and true affirmation of how much I’m still in love with you.

I’ve told myself many times to move on and pretend that nothing has ever happened between us. I wish I could force my heart to turn from fire to ice in a blink of an eye, because every time your name rings in my ears, my heart rate always becomes abnormal. Maybe, this organ of mine is still numb, and has a tenacity of handling some more of those bruises and scars of yours.

As I contemplate with what my future might hold, I yet came to realize that we’re not warranted obtaining everything our hearts desire.

I guess that’s how life goes!

Yours Truly,

MI

2-1-2019

Dear Future Self,

Do you have any regrets? What are your most mournful moments in life? If you‘re given a second chance, would you alter anything about your past life?

I’ve posed this simple question, knowing that most people would rue their past, whether they had good or bad memories. Because, it’s human nature, they would never be satisfied, for they’d seek perfection in an imperfect world. But, how about you? Are you those people? Or are you a man, who made mistakes, fell down, and rose above circumstances, to live life to the best of his abilities? I’d hope the later.

I’m sure not all regrets mean bad. But, as long as you’re not so mournful to a point your eyes turn red, you have the rights to feel few regrets about the choices you’ve made in life.

Today, when you read this letter, laughter is one of the many things that should come to mind instantly. You should laugh, because you’re alive—that means more than anything. Secondly, the days you thought could not possibly be bearable, now vanished and became a distant memory; they’re more like a flickering dim light on the far-reaching horizon.

So, keep this letter close to your heart, for it’ll give you some comfort that you’ve done fine, and you’ve lived to see so much, even if you have any reservations.

Just breathe, and know this for sure, everything will be okay!

Yours Truly,

MI