Dear Self: #3

There is good in this world. Believe in that. Trust in that. But don’t forget that there is also evil. Keep your guard up.

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Dear Self: #2

When you are given the choice to choose between someone who is tactless and someone who is nice and sweet, choose the tactless for a friend. Tactless people tell you things upfront, you always know how they feel. Nice and sweet people will trick you into putting your guard down and stab you in secret. And you already know who they are.

To The Girl In A Yellow Dress,

It may be a lifetime before I see you again but to me, you will always be that girl in a yellow dress, happily singing “Pecha Pie” while walking home. I will always remember your sweet smile and gentle laughter.

I don’t remember much from our childhood but I will never forget you. I will always remember the fun we had, the childish quarrels and the childhood crushes. We were friends way before I understood what that word truly meant.

I know you’re gone to a better place. I wish I could have seen you one last time. I guess I will forever regret that. In the end, I wasn’t there for you.

I don’t think we talked again after our graduation. Did we see each other after that? I can barely remember.

There are a lot of things I wish to tell you. I was excited to see you again. I didn’t have a lot of friends even back then. I was never really good at keeping friends or reaching out or keeping in touch.

I wish I could talk to you again. There are moments when I would wake up in the middle of the night and think of you. You are one of the biggest regret in my life. Even when we haven’t seen each other for a decade, at the end of your journey, you still taught me something.

You know, after all these years, I still picture you as that girl in a yellow dress; laughing, singing, dreaming. What would I give to turn back time and see that girl again?

The last time I dreamt about you, you were angry at me. I guess you have every reason to. I mean, we were friends and I wasn’t there to see you for the last time. I am sorry.

I am sorry for not keeping in touch. I did not forget our friendship but I guess it didn’t matter because I never kept in touch. I am sorry if I wasn’t there. In the end, I was the friend who is always absent on your life.

My heart breaks whenever I think of you. I have been thinking since the day I found out you’re gone. I never realized how much I missed you.

I want to thank you for being my friend even though, now that I think about it, I don’t think I was worth it. You were a gentle soul, with simple dreams and happiness. I will forever treasure the memories I have with you.

It’s been years now since you left for the land beyond our reach. I have kept these feelings bottled up inside me, ignoring the pain and pretending it doesn’t hurt. For years I’ve been trying to express my thought and I don’t think I will be able to ever truly express how much I regret not seeing you for that last time.

I know you are in a better place now and I know are happy and free from pain. In a way, I am happy that I am able to preserve a wonderful memory of you. I’m sorry I wasn’t much of a friend. I’m sorry for everything. I miss you. It’s been a long time. Rest in Peace.

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