an expired old love letter. recovered from an almost forgotten folder.
it’s excruciatingly painful for me to keep all these bottled feelings and not be able to tell you how i feel. these past few months i miss you so much it hurts to think that i feel that many of our conversations were filled with suppression from my part. i was always holding back. i want you to think of me in a certain way, an ideal way, sometimes too fairy-tale-ish a way. because i wanted to believe that what we had was simply *sigh* written in the stars. i wanted you to think of me as incomparable, special, different from all your loves before. i still do. perhaps this is an obsession, my obsession to be the most dearest to you.but you have to admit.we were special.i was the complete opposite of your ideal girl, and thats what made you fell for me in the first place.thats what made me special to you.compared to her who was a friggin model, and know how to get to every guy's heart, my clumsiness and brazenness must've been a real breather for you, a break from the perfect world where you used to live with all the girls who were head-over-heels for you.
what happened then? well it seems to me that ideally, we’re ideal for each other in our own perfect little worlds. but the very moment we become ourselves at our darkest, we resent. we reject. we have our own idealized visions of each other. have they not been the many reasons why we get mad at each other? we’re angry at each other for being real, imperfect. for being upset and cold and distant and moody. for being insensitive and unresponsive.we get bored. we were tired, I was tired. first time we had our 'big' fight, it was bad luck.you were mad that i found out, you were mad that i was unhappy. you were mad at yourself for failing to sweep the past under the rug, the fact that YOU succeeded in causing me of my unhappiness, and your silly assumption that you've tainted the picture of you in my eyes.and you turned to hate me for that.
what you didn't know was that in my eyes, you will never be tainted.instead, it was my ego.so the years follow, and as we stood by each other, it was my ego who kept me from taking your hand. i was afraid. was hurt. was disillusioned. and thats why i took another guy's hand when you were reaching yours out to me.
what i didn't know was that you have a bigger ego than me. you were shocked.disbelieved.and you made a silent promise to yourself not to ever even think about grabbing my hand.who was I anyway? a silly girl who is not even worth it. and who were you? why should you, mind me, the major heart-throb of our school, go through so much hassle in chasing one girl when all the other girls are flaunting and offering you their hearts for free?
what surprised us both was that we both stayed.by each other's side.we walked together.but we're not really together.
i loved you, there is absolutely no doubt about that. the idea of you, with me, is my only self-interest. i wish i can say the same about you, about me, but. i doubt. i’m proud of you, in many ways; i’m disappointed in you, in many ways.i feel vulnerable around you and don’t want to feel vulnerable around you. i trusted you so much to be able to handle my raw emotions, based on the amount of information you’ve stored from our conversations for all these years that we have known each other that the very thing i neglected was to understand your very own emotions.
perhaps we’re meant to be together, just so that we can teach each other the potential extent our true happiness can reach. perhaps we’re meant to push each other to bigger heights, and then let go. be free. from the boxes we’ve put ourselves into.
but my heart still feels the world for you. it lives in the memories of you.
this is part of what i mean when i say i love you.
then again, perhaps, it’s a matter of finding out what happily ever after truly means, to me.
to us.