#hidden letter

[my-little-cave-of-thoughts]

TO THE ONE THAT IM HAPPY ABOUT GETTING AWAY:

It was my mistake. I was so scared to admit that I liked you, to say that I wanted to date you, to hold your hand and not have second thoughts, and to kiss you without any hesitations. I forgot that you had feelings too. I shouldn’t have hesitated and now we don’t talk to each other at all. “It’s better this way” is what I always told myself as I tried to forget you. However, memories of you just keeps coming back. I start to miss everything.. talking to you, teasing you, getting to know you, holding your hands, spending time with you and your friends, and spending time alone with you. I regret not telling you how I really felt. So here is what’s really on my mind and what I want to say:

I like you. At first I didn’t know why I did, but later on I found out and I just didn’t want to admit it. I liked how even when I was being a “wall” around you, you tried hard to at least talk to me. I liked your outgoing personality when I first met you, even though you were touchy feely. I was not trying to be mean to you, my mind just turns blank when you talk to me that all I can answer are yes and no. Sometimes, I can’t even think of topics or sentences to keep the conversation going, so I send you emojis. Sorry if you thought I was being mean to you. I just get flustered. I liked holding hands with you. I’ll admit I was sober when I first held your hands. I was sort of jealous that time and I guess I mustered up the courage to hold your hands. And yes, my heart was beating fast when we held hands watching the scary movie at ...’s place. I’ll never forget the time we spent watching the NBA finals together, spending time at corona park, and getting ice cream in flushing.. it was mostly the highlight of my summer 2017. I guess you can say you were the first person I genuinely liked..

[prompt-a-klainefic]

Warning, this will be vague, but also meant for interpretation. So be inspired 😊 Blaine is in his bedroom, very upset after an awful fight with someone. He throws a picture frame at the wall, shattering it. He discovers a letter that was hidden in the frame. It contains a huge secret by whoever wrote it, completely changing Blaine’s life forever.

Blangst, hidden letter, life-changing secret.

[caffeinatedpapers]

They said that writers are forgetful, but I'm not quite convinced that they really are. I fixed my sight on the belief that maybe I was just trying to make a fool out of myself. Or maybe I just don't actually have the qualities of a writer like what they made me believe. Because if writers are really forgetful, why can't I completely obliterate you from me after all these years? There was never a month you haven't crossed my mind. I despised back then how much you resemble my childhood conviction that the moon follows me everywhere I go. But now, when I think of it, how can I hate someone who once made me happy? I would love to enumerate all the things we did and all the words you said here, but it would take me time to do so for I clearly remember it all.  I clearly remember it all. All the times you called at night to play me a song, all the ways you made me feel. And how you inspired me to improve myself and believe that I can. I clearly remember that day you gave me a piece of paper to deliver your message before I leave for the city, in exchange, I left you a piece of my heart as well, never thinking twice how naive I was all along.  They said that every person in this place has their own "greatest what if", and if that is precise, you are that person for me. Maybe if we met in a different time or a different place, maybe things would've conspired to work in our favor. Maybe I could've told you that I sincerely loved you, and the moment I left you a piece of me, you have brought it everywhere you go, and though you are now a plane ride away, you still have me all along. Unknowingly, like my childhood conviction, following the tracks of the soul that once made me happy.

Second concealed letter: To J

a.n.n

[caffeinatedpapers]

Darling, I hope you don’t mind if I have already printed a blueprint of the future with you in it. Years from now, I can only envision you as the only man I’m going to be with. I want you to be the only one I’m going to settle with. Since then, I’ve always told my mom that I wanted to get married in the church. I hope you do too, because that would be a comical childhood dream come true.  I also hope that I get to choose the paint color of our home because I’d definitely pick pastel colors and mahogany floors. Yes, we’re going to have wood as floors; wear our socks and slide on it like the kids we were. I would love to cook you your breakfasts and surprise you every morning. You can have your green tea and I’ll have my coffee since I’m not really an avid fan of teas. We’ll build a mini library to cater our book collections and buy an oven to make some homemade cookies. We’ll watch movies and anime while munching a bag of potato chips or we can stay in bed while we cuddle the night away.  I will kiss you after our long day in work, I will kiss you in every room; in every way. To be enveloped inside your arms is enough to wash away the the worries from fighting in the war that is life. I can only picture a future with only you as my lover and best friend in it. Of course, of course we’re getting dogs. And maybe kids too. But I’m not going to let you give them weird names. A future with you is my favorite. I can be with you all night when my nightmares are creeping in the corner. I can kiss you all I want and have nothing to be anxious of. Stay. Stay, no matter how difficult it would be. I reckon that our pinky promise is an enough foundation of this blueprint. Stay with me because I don’t want anyone else but you. And I hope it is the same for you too.

// the future i envision with you

a.n.n

[tomoleary]

Michael Silver Hidden Letter Painting Original Art (c. 1950s) Source

[caffeinatedpapers]

This is the season that fills the whole place with intoxicated systems. As I struggle to keep a sober mind and a bottle of beer between my palms, my hands are dying to hold you instead. Maybe this is my fate. Maybe I am bound to write letters that will never reach you. Maybe you are destined to remain deaf whenever my heart calls out. If you only knew how much I wanted to dial your number and slap these words at you. If you only knew. My mind is my hurricane. Relentless. Unforgiving. The chilly weather only added to the storm and it left me wondering what it’s like to be held inside your arms; what it’s like to be suffocated inside your embrace. My thoughts are blanketed with questions if my fingers will ever perfectly fit between yours. Maybe I am just that in love with the idea that our interlocked fingers can easily warm my soul. I love you. And I know that I will regret this one day that I am silently loving you through these scribbled words. I will regret not holding you even once without any inhibitions. I will regret all the times that I couldn’t love you enough. I love you. And not even the strongest sting of alcohol can wash the regrets I will soon face.

//hidden letters

a.n.n

[raininn--inkdropss]

I discovered a hidden letter,

written to myself from a long time ago.

I was in a dark place,

struggling to make it through.

I kept trying to push

but I realized I needed to relax.

I reminded myself that

it’s okay to fall down.

But I have the strength 

to make it through.

I just have to breathe

and appreciate those around me.

I am stronger than who I was yesterday,

but I am weaker than who I will be tomorrow.

[evolving-media]

Here are the movie I promissed you guys :) hope you enjoy it :) remember it won an "Oscar" for most new thinking movie :D on my school but still an Oscar :)