The Love Letter I Nearly Gave To The Wrong Girl

I first encountered you in SHS 2, circa 2015, during an interschool competition at Persco. At that time, you were in SHS 1, but you were already a joyful and beautiful creature. I felt a kind of spiritual change inside of me that was, probably, not the best but certainly, nevertheless, very important. Your quietness together with your bright aura was such that the whole universe around you felt lighter and more vibrant. I didn’t know it then, but the day I first saw you would be etched in my memory as one of the most unforgettable moments ever.

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The friendship we built was the purest and the most sincere. We engaged in writing letters to each other, which were full of our dreams, little secrets and emotions that were actually a bit too strong for our age. Each letter was like the pulse of our love that was captured on the paper. You became my whole world so fast, Selassie my first real love. You illustrated to me what it means to be in love with someone to the core.

That time, love was untainted. It wasn’t about things but the depth and beauty of our feelings for one another. I was constantly looking for fresh and creative ways to communicate your worth to me. Each holiday would come with a grin, each phone call would be something I’d be waiting for with eager anticipation and each moment with you would be like the world turning back to the right side in the midst of all its confusion. I recall those times I would sneak out of school just to catch a glimpse of you, walking long distances with a little present in my hand, all in an effort to see that your smile, which had the power to wipe out every concern, would light up the whole street. It was never wrong in those days.

There is one day that I will never forget; I was punished because I wanted to see you. I had intended to surprise you with an envelope filled with money. I gave it to a woman who was walking past me and asked her to take it to you, but I never knew if she did. I did not even ask her name. That is how far my love was willing to go for you not because of an obsession, but because of a pure and selfless love.

You once told me that you were not ready for a serious relationship, and I got it. I never insisted on it. I just quietly hung on because you were worth the wait. Your intellect, humor, and power energized me. I even considered jailing the Sabbath in order to walk your path and be the kind of man who would be able to enter your world. That’s how strong my love for you was.

We kept in touch after school for quite some time. Eventually, life started to separate us, but even so, I was still holding on to a tiny piece of myself that refused to let go. My heart had its own place where it first met yours. I still miss you, Selassie. I really do. You were the greatest part of my life, the one chapter I would have liked to be endless.

Have you not the slightest recollection of the books we exchanged? The sudden calls that always came at the right time, just when I needed to hear your voice? The mirth that remained well past our goodbyes? I remember it clearly. The past has not become less vivid; it has just mellowed like an old tune that I cannot help but hum. Your name is still my code, a private thing I keep close. I still have the hymnbook you gave me; it is a part of you I have never been able to give up.

I'm always curious how you're doing. Has life been good to you? Are you satisfied? Is the place where you are now the one you dreamed of? Do you have someone who loves you as you should be? I'm just wondering because I care. If you need anything, I will be there for you without question.

Actually, the love didn’t treat me very well. I have met people who took my kindness as a sign of weakness and who were only there to take without giving anything in return, and I ended up doubting the value of my heart. However, my thoughts would always go back to you the girl who made me feel that love could be innocent, patient, and real.

I will understand if you have moved on. Life goes on and people change. But I will forever be thankful for having met you. You were the light that helped me love without fear of being disappointed. And if the fate allows us to meet again, I would definitely not be timid this time. I would look into your eyes and finally say what has been bothering me all these years: that I have never stopped loving you.

Yours forever,

—Junior

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