Ours was a different kind of love.
We, polar opposites, started out as unlikely friends with unclear intentions and different hopes and dreams.
Polar opposites that seemed to attract in a way even reason will find hard to justify.
You were the type who’ll choose to stay inside your room and play the games you’ve always enjoyed, while I was the type who’ll prioritize work more than anything else when I’m not idle.
You were the type who’ll choose to listen to all my endless blabber and chit-chat and I was the girl who was not used to a man who listened intently like you did.
You were the guy who was not driven enough because you felt out of place. I was the girl who’ll do anything to get to where I want.
Despite all this, you were the guy that I imagined a future with.
To be the man I’ll be with for the rest of my life, the type who will stick to me when things get rough.
The man I want to wake up to each morning, the man I’ll care for when we both age.
The man who’ll teach my kids to ride a bike, the man who’ll fix the faucet when it breaks.
The man who’ll give way for me when we’d argue, the man that I’ll trust.
You may not know it, but yes, you were the unlikely man of my dreams.
With you I felt safe and secure, with you I felt cared for.
You were the only one who didn’t made me feel like I was taken for granted.
Unfortunately, for the unlikeliest of reasons, I chose to pull away.
I chose to leave without saying a word because I felt scared.
I felt scared that you would change, that I will run out of things to say.
I felt scared that I will not be able to entertain you anymore.
I felt scared that maybe a time will come when I’ll forget that you’re with me because I chose other things over you.
I felt scared that our attraction to each other will die out like the spark that led us to where we got.
All of what we had was uncertain.
I took cues but I didn’t want to misinterpret them.
I didn’t want to assume that you liked me, because I was scared to lose you the same way other men in my life before did because of all these “presuppositions.”
I chose to wait for you to tell me straight up what you felt for me.
But, I got too overwhelmed. After the time that we had, we drifted apart, each clinging to our own interests and goals.
I let everything slip away because I was too afraid to hurt you.
I knew that hurting someone as fragile and important as you was not something I nor anyone is entitled to do.
I was not in a position to hurt anyone’s feelings just because I was unsure of my own.
I wanted us to end in good terms.
It took me a while to realize that you were the one who really got away.
A lot of people wondered what happened to us, intrigued about why we choose to leave our story unfinished.
Maybe we’re destined to not finish our story anytime soon. Maybe at some point in our lives, we will. And I’ll live for that.
I’ll live for the day we’ll bump into each other and rekindle the spark that we’ve left at a locked chamber within the both of us.
I’ll live for the day we’re the right people for each other, filled with self-love we’ll be willing to share intimately.
I’ll live for the day we’re both mature enough to come to terms with what we both feel.
I’ll live for the day I’ll love you with my all, the day I’ll be certain I won’t let you get away no more.
I guess we shall leave and live our story just like this.
Love like ours for the second time will be a different kind once more.
Do know that I will be waiting.
Yours and yours always,