Once Upon A Time When There Was Love




This is a prose written by someone I know. He's really in-love with this girl and for the longest time, the girl reciprocated his love with a love like he's never felt before.

But as they say, good things come to an end. Unfortunate no?

I just hope by putting up this prose he once wrote, the girlfriend will realize that this dude is really in-love with her and no matter what had transpired, the raw emotions this dude has displayed just doesn't make him capable of what he's been accused of doing.


"If I can be perfectly honest, I really don’t know where to begin.

Yes, surprisingly, for someone who never ceases to talk, not even during love making when the sigh and grunts of pleasure is more intimate than a single word, I am at a loss for words.

But write I must and write I shall, for only through writing could I truly let go off the emotions that swirl around my aching heart from missing you. I could go direct and tell you that I miss you so fucking much but somehow, despite the clarity in what I want to tell you, this doesn’t quell the thirst that I feel right now, the longing to see you again.

The only way I know how is to go back to that fateful night when I first laid my eyes on you. Naughty eyes, the don’t-fuck-with-me look and an amazingly flirty smile are what I saw that night – that first fateful night - when we first crossed paths. I knew that I had to do something, anything to get to know you.

I look back to the early days of our acquaintance and friendship as to the days of love and passion, and, with an indescribable pleasure, I want to have the same feelings for a score more years, preferably with affection heightened and improved by time. And I won’t allow the dreary days of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the image of the little girl to whom I’ve given my heart.

Though the painful fact that we come from two totally different worlds and a generation gap too wide sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my veins and nerves that assimilates me mentally and emotionally to you and while I continuously fear that we won’t be together forever, yet while I continue to breathe, I know I must love you.

No one falls in-love by chance; it is by choice that we find ourselves in-love with one another. You may disagree, you may even do the gesture that you do, you know, the one where your thumb opens and closes with your four remaining fingers, to say that I speak of nonsense but deep in yourself, you know you wanted to fall in-love with me. The same way I wanted to be, with you.

You know, my whole desire was to live in love, absorbing passionate devotion to one person. Our meeting was my first trial - but then came a sense of comfort in the hope that we will be able to share something God-given. And that we did and I hope to continue to do so in the foreseeable future.

Do you know how much I fuckin’ miss you?

I wake up in the middle of the night filled with thoughts of you. Your image in my head and the intoxicating times which we’ve spent the last few months have left my senses in turmoil, my heart loved and my soul cleansed.

You, alcoholic and whore-like smoker you, you truly have a strange effect on my heart! And for that, I love you. Just writing that puts a smile to my face. You, with your proud and pukimak face, put a smile to my face.

I love you because you listen to me as I share the small triumphs or struggles or even the gobbledygook stories of the day. I love you because in moments of friction between us, you hear me out. Even when you don’t agree with me, you listen with a longing to understand me, hoping that I could make myself more clear with what I’m trying to say.

I love you because you respect me, even if at times, you try to compare me. You honor the man that I am, the spoilt way I was brought up, the diva-like tantrums I‘ve thrown whenever I don’t get my way, though I know at times you wish I am someone I am not and can never be. You suffer my imperfections and my shortcomings largely without complaint, even if it hurts you and make you cry, for deep within you, you know it was unintentional

I love you because you appreciate me. You enjoy my attentiveness and appreciate my efforts to romance you and you reciprocate the best way your age knows how. You appreciate my generosity to yourself and my generosity toward others, but also kindly tell not to be too extravagant.

I can write a million more prose to tell you why I love you.

But right now, right here, I just want you to know that I fuckin’ miss you"



I am a sucker for love. I am even a bigger sucker for people who could express their emotions like this dude with the above prose.

And since I also personally know the girlfriend, I implore her to go through the prose again - in case she has thrown or deleted it - and answer this question: Do you think he's not worth a second chance?




1 comments:

Anonymous said...

awww, this is one of the best love letters i've read.

did you write this? you must have a big heart to be able to write as deep and as meaningful as this.

i hope you win her back, i'm rooting for you!

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