Brief Letters To 5 Ladies I Loved And Lost

I wrote each of the following letters very quickly to avoid over thinking. The results are raw windows into past relationships that, together, demonstrate how unique my love was for each different person.

1) Dear L,

You were my first love, and one I’ll forever cherish. Tough as it was, I stayed loyal to you through our 5 year long distance relationship. Telling you that I loved you was a huge deal back then, as it was something I’d never done before, and was only just beginning to understand. Some may call it puppy love, but my feelings for you were genuine.
To this day, I still keep our boxed relationship in my closet. I took one of your letters out recently, and the scent of your perfume still permeates on it. That single whiff brought back a slew of memories of our relationship. You’ve moved on but the truth is that I’ve not.

2) Dear J,

I loved you as a rebound, but loved you nevertheless. You put me through the wringer and led me on for years, but my deep feelings for you kept me in tow and I remained in your life. I meant all that I said to you at the time, but my anger at you now clouds any love that might have existed before. No manner of apologies from you can change what you put me through, and don’t expect us to be friends in future.

3) Dear B,

You kept me company during all those late nights studying together, and it didn’t take long before I fell for you. You arrived in my life at the right time, just as I was reeling in pain from the end of a dysfunctional relationship. Without a doubt, you were the hottest girl I’d ever been with, and seeing you always lit me up in so many ways. It was a pity that cultural differences got between us, for I feel like we made a good match together. I’m glad you’ve found someone that loves you, and wish you well.

4) Dear M,

I didn’t know what a Manic Pixie Dream Girl was until I met you. We had an amazing 4 month run together, during a tough part of both of our lives. I learned so much from you, getting to know myself better and facing challenges in life head on. I will forever remember all the impulsive things we did together, especially driving 100KM away at 1am just so you could feel sand between your toes. We may be friends now, but the truth is I’m not over you and it hurts me deeply seeing you with someone else.

5) Dear S,

The story of how our relationship began could have been plucked from a Malay drama. It felt too good to true, and as time did tell, indeed it was. I tried my very best to make things work, but it all just fell flat on my face in the end. Even so, it hurts me deeply that “we” did not work out, leaving me feeling like I’ve failed in a huge way. I feel like it should have, if not for me messing up hugely. We can probably never be friends, as my unrequited love will always be there, forever haunting me of what could have been. In my mind from the start, you were supposed to have been “the one”. I’m saddened that you aren’t.

Aside

While jogging in Bukit Cahaya today, a small boy pointed at me and asked his dad “Ayah, kenapa lelaki tu boleh pakai seluar pendek?”
Father whispers back: “sebab dia ingat dia kafir”

Melayu oh melayu.

Expectations Against Realities

Someday

I get excited by new discoveries, be it a place, person, or possession. I tend to fall into that trap where I tell myself “If I had ___, I would be feeling ___”. More often that not, it would be a case of tying happiness or a better quality of life with a certain material possession I yearned to have. As is usually the case, this ends up falling flat on my face, with me acquiring said material possession, but not feeling content or any happier.

Over and over again, the greatest source of anguish for me has been with people. Or more specially, girls. I meet someone, we get along well and develop some form of connection, then my mind goes to work blowing the situation out of proportion and making it seem like there’s more to the relationship than there really is. Sadly I usually read the signs wrongly (or even worse, stay in denial and ignore them), and things fall flat on my face in the end.

I suppose at the end of the day, there’s no one to blame but myself. I’m the one setting myself up for disappointment. At the same time, I am reminded of Sturgeon’s Law, which in summary states that “ninety percent of everything is crap”.

By everything, that also includes people. So yes, prepare for disappointment with 90% of those that you meet. Eventually you’ll get to the 10%, and we can hope it’ll be good.

Just don’t keep your hopes up.