Love Lettters

Belated Happy Valentine's Day to everybody! I was From duty yesterday so I spent most of my Valentine's Day catching up on my sleep. I had a few text messages but I was too deep in slumberland to reply. Sorry to everybody who texted and whom I wasn't able to reply. Hehehe...

Anyway, in line with yesterday, I will be writing loveletters to my ex-boyfriends, these guys who used to bring so much color into my own Valentine's Day. But of course, considering that I am still friends with one of them, their names will be kept confidential.

Letter No.1

Dear Baby Boy,

You are the guy whom I will always think fondly of. Even if things never worked out between us, and you broke my heart, you will always have a special place in it. We were too different from each other then, thus, it was no wonder that things didn't work out between us. If we meet again today, maybe you'l see that we are more alike now. Still I will rather not open the doors that have already been closed. For the truth is, there were things about you that irritated the hell out of me. Things that at first attracted me, but in the long run, I felt like I wanted to run away from you. Small insignificant details that may be ignored by one who loves you deeply. But I guess I wasn't because I was superficial enough to let those small things bother me. So I'm thanking you for breaking my heart. We truly weren't meant for each other but I will gladly treasure the moments that we had with each other. We had a lot of firsts, you and I, and those memories will always be treasured in my heart. I hope you have a great life and that you truly find the girl who will finally make you very happy.

Letter No. 2

Dear Acne Vulgaris,

I miss you. To say that you weren't the most good-looking one among my ex-boyfriends would be an understatement but still, there are nights when I think of you and whether I occasionally occupy your thoughts as much as you occupy mine. Sometimes, I wonder how we ended up that way. How was it that somewhere in the middle of all that lust and friendship, I fell for you and why is it that it had to take my going away for you to admit to me that you had fallen for me too? To be perfectly honest, you were really an ass most of the time. You made me pay for most of our dates, you would only go out with me when it was convenient with your schedule, you had never even accompanied me home, your tactlessness was a real mood downer. Still, I loved the way you wouldn't fight with me when I was trying to start a fight and how you made me laugh when I was mad at you. I had never had a boyfriend who could do that. And I missed it.
I have no idea what has happened to you. I hope you haven't married yet. Not that I want to get marrried to you. We'd definitely have a lot of kids but we'd probably not last too long. Truth is, I would like you to be my last fling before I get married. Are you free?

Hope to see you soon. I'm looking forward to it.

Letter No. 3

Dearest WrongAtAllLevels,

Sometimes i think why we lasted that long. We were just too different from each other. Or maybe we were only attracted to some fragments of each other's personality, but we weren't willing to love each other as a whole person. It was no wonder that things didn't work out between us, no matter how we tried. Truth is, despite my saying yes, I wasn't really ready for marriage yet. I somehow knew at the back of my mind that our relationship wouldn't last. Still, I said yes and went along with your excitement because it made me happy to see you happy. I am very thankful that things between us didn't work out because if it did, there was a great possibility that I would have my moment of clarity at the most unfortunate time, like our wedding day, for example, and end up ditching you instead at the altar.

So, thank you for breaking up with me. If you didn't, I wouldn't have realized how unhappy I was with you. I have never realized until lately that the end of our relationship was the best thing that could've happened to me. I am now happier, sexier and more contented with my life. I am finally living my life the way I wanted to and nobody was there to stop me.

I am finally free of your ball and chains. Thank you.

Letter No. 4

Dearest Rain,

I have no idea what has happened to you. Knowing you, I expect that you are now a father who is either happily married or forced to be married because you got some girl pregnant. Don't deny it. I know you too well. Whatever is the case, I hope you are happy as much as I am now.

I sometimes think that maybe we had met at a wrong time. We met at a time that I was still too sweet, too young and too innocent. Your aggressiveness, instead of turning me on, was scaring the hell out of me back then. If we had met a little later, when I already did some growing up, maybe we would have lasted a litle longer... Or maybe not. The "Fofe John Faul" thing is just too much to ignore. I don't think I would be able to last in a good converation, with a guy who mispronounces his Ps as Fs, without busting into laughter.