i'm doing letters today. i know the supposed recipient won't be able to read this...

dear you,

why?

i dunno. i'm a bit clueless. do you know how i felt when my friend told me you left the country?

when i got wind of that, i felt like being dunked in a pool of puncturing ice.

i know i didn't go to our reunion. maybe i didn't want to see you just yet. maybe not at that moment... but i wanted to see you... i needed to.

so you went to hongkong with your father. could that be the reason why someone else had your number? did you sell it to somebody? geesh. you could have given me a clue on what was happening in your life. what happened to the friendship we were proud of having?

guess what? nobody seems to know if you're staying there with your dad for good.

why didn't you tell me a thing? am i that unimportant? for crying out loud, i was a part of your life... you made me believe then that i am still a part of your friggin' life! what was that about?

i am a bit hurt but i'm still wondering how you are.

i want to hear your voice.

here,
just me

at least i shred off some of the baggage i was carrying.