Dearest 26,
It's been a long time. How are you?
Wait, am I too formal? Okay, let me rephrase that.
Hi, hello. You, stupid fuck.
Is that okay?
I'm sorry for that. I just feel like greeting you like that. But you don't mind, right? It was okay with you. Especially when I was the one saying that.
"It's up to you, my lady."
And it's always up to me.
Why is it always okay with you?
Dear 26, I don't know why am I writing a letter for you. Well, to be honest, I want to tell you something. But let me ask you this first..
Do you remember the first time we met? Because I don't. Did we ever lock our eyes? I don't think so. Did we ever talk? Like, in person. No, no we did not.
So, how come? How.. come?
My dearest 26... I just want to say that I somehow... missed you. I don't know. I just felt it. I know my introduction was so freaking bad and so rude but that's just how I am. That's just how I-- I don't need to explain it further because I know you understand what I am trying to say. Because that's you.
"How are you, my lady?"
I missed your once-in-a-blue-moon asking me how I was doing. Or maybe I just missed someone asking me that. But, I don't really want to think about that.
"I missed talking to you. I miss you."
I missed your witty--out-of-this-world kind of banters, which I always oppose. And you'll just shrug it off.
"I really don't know how because you are so extraordinary. I always feel lost and frustrated."
