Dear You

Dear you.

Hi. I bet you know who I am.

I bet we will never get the chance to speak to each other unless you would want to. Why, you asked? It is because I am a girl and I am not supposed to chase after guys as guys are supposed to chase after girls. Meh, gender inequality. Plus, you are that type I guess to be “not wanting to interact with girls as much unless you really wanted to hook up with that one you believe is ‘your type’”.

And yes, I bet I will never be able to be brave enough to tell you in the face that I actually have feelings for you. No, I will never be crazy enough to come up to you and say such things – even if it might be elating.

And to tell you anything but the truth, it’s crazy how I have almost always like people who have no idea who I really am as a person and why I liked them beforehand. It applies to you to, though, that I liked you for no reasons at all. Well, maybe not for no reason to be exact, but that’s the easiest way to put it. If you demanded more explanation, I dare you to read the rest of this bullcrap letter.

There’s this one story I would like you to read so you would have the exact idea of why I liked you:

“Think about this thing that once was dented for a reason; this dent that for others mean nothing but imperfection and it shouldn’t be like that. People hates this dent, but you don’t.

You knew exactly where the dent is as if it belonged to the thing and it should’ve been there all it’s life. You embrace it like it belongs to you too.

You didn’t hate this dent like others did. In fact, you think that this thing wouldn’t be special if it wasn’t for the dent.”

In other words, I like you because of the physical imperfections you bring with yourself that you (and most of others) will dislike all their lives but I think is the thing that makes you special. It is like the dent in my story that catches my eye and translates into some beautiful thing in my heart.

You are more than anything you could hate about yourself and even though it’s one sided love kind of story for now, I do hope God brings greater good for you and me in the future – even if it means not being together with you. But believe me when I say that I will always like you for your weird features and it will never cease to non-existing. You shall be a sweet memory in my head.

I believe I can have a say about how I feel about things. And you, my love, is one of the things I would love to have a say about at any given time of day. –red