He Doesn't Know

[Joan Clyde Parafina]

There was this boy whom I really love since summer last year.The what I so called "PROM" story ended but not in a starry-eyed scene. The happy days of my lovely summer came to an end when he accused me of something that I know for sure, would really not going to happen.

 

It was spring then when it came to my senses the reason why he left me, and for the record, it hurts still. But then, accepting the fact of our break up was lead by a letter, that was never sent to him.

 

 

Cho, I just want to clarify few things here. I asked why have you done "it" so I would not keep on asking myself about the reason why (and thank you for answering.) Secondly, I'll speak once and for all. Cause it won't help (me) to be silent and leave things hanging- definitely. I'd like to say that I'm not inlove with him. I don't need to testify, nor to prove anything, nor to swear, nor to do things to prove that I'M ABSOLUTELY NOT. I back up my words, and my life the same as with my stand now and the coming days speak if I do. But sorry, I am not.

 

The way I reacted was foolish (that night), I'd admit. But that doesn't define any mutual feeling for that person. The issue was how I (we) dealt or how I (we) reacted on certain things. I'm not washing my hands here. But just like what I've said, I want to close that contention. However, one time or another, my life will speak for the exactitude itself "if" I were and I bet, it will.

 

I certainly respect your counterpoise, so as with your sullenness after reading this. But all that matters is, I broach and didn't leave things beetling. Cause it matters to me, you still matter to me. And I don't want to look back on this with regrets, with "what if" and "what could have been" apprehensions. I am saying these because I am undoubtful that one day, I'll just bump into you and I want that I could finally show you a genuine smile. Without eating any single word I'm saying right now. With real joy and healed limbs,looking directly to your eyes, with a countenance that I won't be afraid or be ashamed of anything because I know, from the very start, and until this moment, I am certain with whom I really love and what I did 'til the very last moment. Lastly, you had never been a "ricochet."

Never,and will never be.

 

I'm not perfect, I'd admit. Neither have levelheadedness all of the time, but it doesn't mean I give myself away and fall short after my particularity. Arguing and defending won't benefit me anything --and I don't do.

 

 

Heartfelt thanks for this and for your acumen.

 

 

And I walked my last words.