For a year, I have prided myself for being able
to be happy on my own without being in a committed relationship. I get
butterflies in my tummy at the thought of romance, and I believe in love, I do,
but that just it, I thought. Then someone new — someone different — always
comes along, and you learn to love them for the things that make them different
from the one before. I think I am loving again but I'm getting scared.
Dear You, I know it is best that we shouldn't contact each other since we are having our separate lives now. I've been doing that. But I couldn't go on a day without writing what I feel. This consoles me. 'Just that lately, something bad happen that made me realize a lot of things again. I had a bad dream about you while you were working on your chosen field. I woke up shaken. What if its really true? We didn't even make up as friends. Then I realize I need a good goodbye before a 'for good' goodbyes.
