Thursday, February 14, 2008

We Came In From the Bathroom Window

The assignment we got from the lecturer when we walked into class was to write a letter to someone for Valentine's and send it to someone through SMS or email. Here's what I gave:

Dearest Darling Girl-Whom-I've-Yet-To-Know,

Greetings from the year 2008, I know this is strange but it's Valentine's Day today and it seems I need to do an assignment for CCC. This is the best course I've ever taken.

Anyway. I love you. I know you know it now, but I think this is the best time to let you know again. Through my past self. I love you, I know people say they don't know why they love someone, but in this case, my past self honestly does not know. I don't know why I love you. Honestly (in the year 2008). But I'm sure my future self will be able to recount to you all your perfect little flaws and lovely adorable imperfections.

But for now, I'll write this love letter to you based on what I think you should be like (essentially this is a criteria I think I'll be looking out for in the future, so bear with me my future love of my life):

1) I love you because you are more beautiful to me than anyone else. I do not mean you're prettier than all the other girls, but that your appearance appeals most to me. This is an isolated case.

2) I love you because you are not crazy, I am assuming that you are not, although one could argue that you are insane, for actually sticking with me.

3) I love you because you understand all the jokes I make, and even when you don't, you pretend like you do.

4) I love you because you don't spend too much money, at least not my money.

5) I love you because this cheesy message is making you smile, and your smile is all I live for each day.

6) I love you more each morning, because during the day you'll make it infuriatingly hard to be with you, but each night you give me back all the love (at least I hope you'll do) that's lost and I wake again to a new cycle.

7) I love you more each day from today, because I don't know who you are, and I can just make up my hopes each and every moment until that fateful day I meet your lips in the pouring rain, after chasing you halfway across the city even if I know you have a handphone and we're at the airport but you have no plane to catch.

8) I love you because that's the only possible thing I can feel when I'm with you.

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