Dear Mr.Destined,
I know that I always start off with saying "I'm really sorry, I couldn't write to you from a long long time.Yada yada yada" Seriously, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just that I have no idea why but, um... (Yeah, I'm tryin to copy Robin Scherbatsky here) I am leading a pretty busy life over here. I canot find myself time to read a book. Can you imagine?
I'm lying.
I do find time to read a book. Books. Tons of books. Acres of books. Lying again. Just stick with one book. But I just ignore it and watch Korean 'freaking' dramas. (They are so addictive I'm telling you. We should try watching them once we meet up) and also I can't stop myself from watching HIMYM. (Seriously, why isn't Ted telling us HOW he met is mother?! But yeah, I'm fine with that. It means we get to see more seasons of them together.) What's wrong with me? Why don't I feel the urge to read anymore like I used to?
Okay keeping that apart, I want to say I miss you. I seriously do. It's like I've never ever seen you in my entire life. And I've been living that 'entire' life for the past 19 years, 11 months, 28 days and lord knows how many minutes and seconds... Okay That's not much, right? But yeah that's kindda old. Twenty is smirking at me just around the corner like the bloody seventeen did. (I hated it. It always, and I mean always laughed at me when I left my sweet sixteen behind. That was just once. But, still... No. I love it really. It made me realize that we cannot hold on to things. Life's lessons. Gotta learn them when they serve them.) But, I know that You are there somewhere in this gigantic Universe. Somewhere. Waiting. Patiently, I hope. But impatiently would be nice.
You know what? I mean you know why? You know why I get ever so late to reply to you? It's because of the...it's because of my...umm..because of..my..umm specs. Okay. Fine. I made that up. I have no idea how specs got into this. But it's kind of true. I hate my specs. So when I wear it I feel like an alien wearing alien specs. How can an alien be more 'alien'? Just imagine how the poor soul would be feeling? Yeah. That's me. I hate my specs. So when I wear them all my writing blood drains out of my writing nerves and blood vessels. My arteries just shrivel up and I just find, in the next morning, the paper I used to write you the letter had being scribbled with tons of useless, cannot-make-head-or-tails-drawings. If you get what I mean. I'm sorry. I'll try to do something about my spectacles. Will need a lot of persuasion to do from my side though.Tut tut.
Anyway Mr. Destined, remember how I said I was busy. Look above. First paragraph? Third line? Yeah, I'm busy because of various reasons ranging from a certain teen magazine to College work. You've gotta see the magazine okay, it's pretty good and I'm not boasting here. Just you know, feeling satisfied with my life. I'll save a copy for you and show it to you when we meet someday. I just feel that it won't be too long. Foreshadowing maybe. But my knight in shining armour! the day will reach pretty soon. I just feel it.
where was I? Oh yeah! being busy and not being able to write to you frquently. I know that even if I make millions of excuses I just can't make it up to you but please, excuse me not for this once but, for at least another one or two years. I will never stop writing to you.
Mr.Destined, Remember what I told you about watching Korean dramas together when we meet? After watching them together, lets go for the next level. You know? The next best level? Let's move up to the next level and go to Korea. I really want to visit Korea and meet those lovely people. 'Konichiwa' I would say, when I meet them. Oh wait a minute! I think that's Japanese. Not Korean. No matter. No matter. It's just a matter of visiting there.
Mr.Destined, I just thought of this. This is June. The month of weddings. Happiness. Gaiety. I could as well die today. That was blunt but what I meant was June cannot make people stop dying. On the very day of a wedding, people die all over the world and you and I cannot do a single thing to stop it. How sad is it? Pretty much- no- very much sad. and I heard that Scarlet fever is raising it's head in the world which means theres gonna be more deaths right?
Fukushima thing blew me up. Totally blew me up. Why do even people make nuclear shit? I pondered about it and thought how similar Mother Earth's thoughts are with people like us. She couldn't bear up how the sons of her womb pollute her. And because she cannot act without a driving force she conjured the tsunami. That was her weapon. the mega weapon. The super secret artillery attacker!
Gosh. You might think I'm crazy. I am. I am not. You can say I am or I am not.Those were just random things which I simply did not want to exonerate from my mind. I tried. Turst me I did. Don't mind me. Maybe I'm just insane. Maybe I'm just me. Maybe I believe in 2012.
Yes. I do believe in it. The world won't end but we will be stepping into a new era which had cleansed a dark ally of dirt and mites and termites. Mr.Destined, we've got only one year left.
Some people would say 'Whoo, You creepy old woman! Freaking peple outta their pants."But I'm telling you, you won't even be wearing pants when 2012 hits you 'smack' right in the face. I'm pretty serious. I don't kid around when it comes to life.
Phew. Time flies. It's time to have my dinner.
And Mr.Destined, I'm sorry. Again.
I promise you with my whole heart that even if I get a tad bit late to reply to those lovely letters I've been saving up in my 'shoe box of secrets', I'll reply to you. Keep me in mind and heart. Soul would be nice too.
Remember June doesn't last for ever. Be good. Be you. Be TAGGED! haha. Wanted to push that in. Just kidding hon. You are TAGGED. In my heart.
So until the next time I'll just stop for now. But I don't think I'll ever stop... I hope you get what I mean. It's very hard to make people understand what I really mean without asking them to take me as a fool. So take me as a fool. Please.
Adios my love.
Till the next time (Hopefully real soon) of writing to you,
This is,
Mal
Xxx
P.S- My name is not desolate. It's desolately Romantic.
25 June 2011
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