Dear You,
Hello. You will never get to read this. Maybe you will. Depends on what’s gonna happen next. Maybe I’ll do get to put that post-it on your forehead. It’s just that things are too tricky to do anything, really. But but but, more than anything, I do hope you resolve things sooner rather than later. I would really love not to wait further. We’ll see.
In that short amount of time, I just know it. And I think you really know it too. Maybe I will find out more about you. And you’ll get to know me more too. But don’t be afraid. I think I can handle everything.
Mahirap ba kamo? Bring it.
I think I’ve gone to hell and back. And you won’t be as near as what I’ve been through before. You will be easy — if things don’t work out well.
Let me figure you out. Let me in. Let go of the things that hurt.
