A Letter From the Boy You Left Behind
I was smitten the first time I saw you. Your smile was contagious and your laugh... Damn your laugh. It was the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard. I remember thinking that you looked like the happiest person in the world. You looked cute and adorable and you make my butterflies flutter.
Then you talked to me. You initiated our first talk and damn I was so nervous. I was nervous of saying the wrong things and you might think I'm boring or weird or crazy and you might never want to talk to me again. But you said I was fascinating. I don't know if that's a good thing or not but I was happy because you noticed me.
Fast-forward to a few weeks and we already have inside jokes. It was a great and wonderful feeling knowing that I can connect to a person even by petty silly things. You laughed at my jokes and I laughed at yours. You always have the last say in puns and I thought I was falling for you. I am falling for you and I don't care. You are worth loving and I loved you.
3 months later and you called me crying. I asked you why but you started telling me how much you're hurting all over. Physically, emotionally and mentally. You told me how everything sucks and that you wanted to disappear. I asked you where you are but you continued shouting and crying.
My ears were ringing with your pain and your sadness and all I wanted to do was to hug you and kiss you and tell you that everything will be alright. I went to your house but they told me you haven't been home for a few days. A sensation burned up in me because your parents just said it like it's the most normal thing in the world. The girl I love is missing! Your daughter is missing! She does it all the time, they said. And I remembered how mad I got so I got in my car and drove off aimlessly.
You called me again. Still crying. Your voice sounded different. You talked peacefully in between sobs and I got scared. I asked you again where you are. But you hanged up. I never knew where you were that night. Or where you are now. I just hope that you are happy. You deserve to be happy. I wish you were back to being the girl I used to be smitten with. That adorable happy girl with a wisdom of great puns. I bet the angels are cracking up with your lame jokes.
I miss you.
