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Day 20 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

Someone that broke my heart the hardest

Dear: You, silly.

You were silly. In fact, you still are, silly. You left me when I was ready to give up everything just to be with you. But then again, you came back once more. You said you’re sorry and you won’t do it again. I didn’t want to trust you anymore. But you kept on trying. I hate to say but your words won me. Now I’m wondering, who’s sillier? You or me? 

I’m giving you your second chance. I’m worried about me, now. Sometimes, I have a conversation with myself, am I doing the right thing?

Day 19 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

Someone that pesters my mind

Dear: the alphabet

You’re like a song. You’re every word. You’re in my every line. I wish that one day you could finally see, that I have always cared for you, no matter what.

Day 18 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

The person that you wish you could be 

Dear: dreamed-me.

I wish I can be like you. The one with super traits to attached to. A good moslem. A possitive thinker. A good daughter. A nice sister. A best-bestfriend. A loving-lover. A super mom-to-be. I wish I can be like you.

Day 17 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

Someone from my childhood.

Dear: Tanti.

It’s been a looooooong looooooooooong time. The last time I saw you..it was when I accompanied my mom went to market when we were at junior high! Damn! It’s been yearssssss. How are you? I hope you’re doing good. It’s sad, you know, we live in the same city, less than 20 km but we never got a chance to meet each other. So, with this letter, may I tell you that I miss you? I miss our childhood. Playing under the big tree with our friends in our beloved school. We were at the elementary school. Wow. Zillion days ago. Remember we always sat together sharing table? I remembered very clearly when you were there, behind my back when Apit, our naughtiest friend bothered me? You yelled at him when he almost got me chocked. Kids were villains. 

Tanti, now that we’re grown ups, (well, not fully, yet) but I really want to see you. Tell stories of our lives apart.. It must be exciting. Can’t wait to get that chance! Until then, take care!

Day 16 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

Someone that is not in my country.

(this is going to be laaaaaame)

Dear: Demogeus, a.k.a Nick.

Nick, how’s life? I missed you. It’s been almost a year, uh? Missed me? How’s Sprinkle? And…Kara, your ex? Got a new gf, yet? Hmm..it’s really weird that I’m writing you a letter. Guess, we’ll see each other online, then, okay? 

Day 15 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

The person you miss the most,

Dear: Father

i miss you. so much. i miss us. i miss how you would say funny things and the rest of us will laugh, and can’t hardly stop. i miss it, when you teach me how to do things. like that time when you needed me to do something with the lamp, i held the sekrup, and obeng, and you wanted me to put it on right. i miss it. 

i miss how you would sindir me. i miss everything about you. it’s so sad that i see you everyday but we hardly speak to each other :(

i miss you. don’t you miss me, too?

Day 14 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

Someone you’ve drifted away from,

dear - you. yes, you.

i’ve drifted myself away for you.

it’s been more than a year and it’s still hanging in there.

can’t handle it.

can’t think of what’s best to do.

you’re like a song.

goes round and round in my mind

and though it’s been so long… i dreamt about you.

Day 13 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

Someone you wish could forgive you.

Dear: Father. 

Father, please, i beg you to forgive me. Forgive me for acting like a bitch. I know it’s all my fault. I should’ve said NO to his everyword. So i wouldn’t be this pathetic. So we wouldn’t be this sad.

It’s sad, that we meet each other everyday but we hardly talk to one another. It’s sad that i can always see you but i can hardly look into your eyes. Father, i miss you. i miss us.

The happy little family we had, the laughters we shared, the smiles on our faces everyday.. i miss those. and it’s all my fault that we’re like this right now. i just… have no idea of how to deal with these. 

i really want to sit next to you and really talk, heart to heart. i want to listen to every word you’d say, i won’t say anything. 

Father, please forgive me. i miss you and i can’t even say a word to you.

Day 12 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain.

To: You, Idiot.

hey, you. i hate you. i really really hate you.

i should’ve said no to you anyway. you caused a lot of pain. my days used to be fine without you. but then you had to come along and change everything. i hate you. 

Day 11 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

A Deceased person you wish you could talk to. 

his mother.

Ehm. How should i call you? Ma’am? okay. i’ll call you Ma’am. 

So, let me please first introduce myself to you. My name is anggit. I am 22, if you want to know. and i know your son. i think i like your son. i .. think i care for him. 

i see him as an optimistic man. he could get through what he has been through. not much a person like that. he’s one in a million, if i may say. given condition like that, i would have surrendered. he’s a strong man. eventhough sometimes he can be sweet and mellow, too. but he’s just a man. a human. i like him because he loves me, because he cares for me. he’s so tender with me. main thing is .. i feel comfortable with him. 

i have known him for about five years. he approached me. he used to text me sweet words. but he didn’t get the chance to be with me because i was with someone else. but i liked him. i kinda had a special feelings for him, too. but then after knowing that, he left.

years goes by. two years. it was 2007. he came once again. and i was single. we were approaching each other, we felt like there was something between us. and so we had a relationship, but it was not like other people do. because..that time, my parents wouldn’t allow me to be with him, for the ‘bibit,bebet,bobot’ reasons. i know, this in unfair, so we went backstreet for like.. couple weeks. but then, my mom found out and he decided to leave. eventhough he said that he loved me. he decided to leave me and got in a relationship with a girl, that was not me. i was so..in pain. i hated him.

then again, last hari raya..he came once again knocking on my door. it’s 2010. i hated him. i didn’t want to even just to…meet him that time. but then my mom said it was not good if i hid, so then i met him. and he asked my new phone number. i was…hesitated. i didn’t want to give him my phone number because i didn’t want him to try to get me once again. i didn’t want him to hurt me once again. but then i thought, it was for friendship’s sake, so i gave it to him. 

in short, we are now..having this..i don’t know..relationship, maybe. he loves me. i care for him. we’ve been ‘together’ for about three months. he said that he wants to marry me. glad to hear it from him. but then again, thinking about my parents..i don’t know. i can’t say anything. they do not like him, he says in his version. 

in my version, my parents need to know him more. his background. his family and things like that. and that’s why i wish i could talk to you. i want to know everything about him. so i can be sure. and so i have the power to talk to my parents, to say to my parents that i care for him. 

Day 10 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.

Dear father.

i always wanted to say everything that’s on my mind to you, father, but i always couldn’t. 

I always wanted to be on the daughter-father great relationship, but i always couldn’t.

I always wanted to ask you what’s this and what’s that, to you, father, but i always couldn’t.

I always wanted to just sit there beside you, to tell you my weary heart, but i always couldn’t.

I always wanted to feel your hands sweep mine, tell me that everything’s alright, but.. is it possible?

knowing the fact that you’re always take steps away from me.

knowing the fact that .. i don’t know the facts anyway.

it’s scarry to think that maybe i’m just a tool for you.

a tool for you to get married with the woman who is my mother just now.

it’s not easy to see you on the daily basis but talk to you just once every month.

it’s like i have a father but not a Dad.

i miss you, father.

i want to talk to you. i want to hear jokes from you, too. 

i want to hear you say that you love me, no matter what, and say that everything is just going to be fine. no matter what.

Day 9 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

Someone you wish you could meet.

Dear my future-self..

Hey, it’s me. I am you, from year 2010. Thirty years back from this time you read this letter. I write this letter because I wanted to tell you how young and happy I am, surrounded by my lovely families and friends. Indeed, I have problems here and there, but I want you to remember that your life once reach this point. Point of where you’re so happy but still need to do some changes. Changes I need to make for you, my future-self. Right now, I want to make my bright future even brighter with whatever I can do. Eh, should I travel to year 1996? 

Hey, it’s me. I am you, from year 2010. Fourteen years ahead, from this time you read this letter. I write this letter because I wanted to tell how your teenager life is. It’s fun. You don’t have to worry. You just gotta be brave. Be strong. Be curious. Be smart. Be patient. Look around. Love your family. 

Day 8 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

Your favorite internet friend.

Dear steve,

Hey steve, how’s life going over there? I miss you ugly, as ugly as the picture of the ugliest person you once showed me. I miss how you used to tell jokes and riddles I always could not solve. I miss how you would tell how special person I am when I am down and powerless. It’s weird, isn’t it, that I write you a letter? No worries, it’s nothing, it’s just this letter challenge I have. This is the eighth letter challenge, letter to a favorite internet friend. That’s you. My favorite internet friend. I remember exactly how we met. We were on meebo that time. Oh. So very long time ago. I was so bored. I wanted to have a test. You know I hate it when people start chatting by ‘asl’. That time, I sent ‘hi’ to many and got those ‘asl’ things I hate. But you were different. You typed ‘bye’. I typed ‘bye, then’. You typed ‘take care’. I typed ‘thx. u2’. You typed ‘ok’. I typed ‘you’re not leaving?’. You typed ‘No. Why should I leave?’. I typed ‘Why did you say bye, then?’ You typed ‘That’s my favorite word’. And bla..bla..bla.. (Honestly, I forgot how it went after that..) But I remember, there was no ‘asl’ things that I don’t like came from you. We were carried on by topics you throwed. You were always have that cool things to chat about. Ah. I miss you. Should we go online again? After all these times? ah. Maybe. Hey, yea, yea, we should get online sometimes, I wanted to hear about that girl. Yep, that girl from your part time job. I want detail, steve. Details. I want to know how would you approach a girl you like. It must be funny, isn’t it? Last time I told you that you should date her. Did you date her? I knew she was into you that much. Ah. I hope things got better, Steve. I always hope things will get better. On the part of the world that is yours, and the part of world that is mine. 

Day 7 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush 

To: You, idiot.

You came to me, after all these times, you think I’d care? 

You brought with you a brownies, you think I’d surrender?

You looked deep into my eyes, hoping to see that look. 

The look I used to give to you.

You think you can easily find it now. But you know you’re wrong, man.

Now I’m stronger than before. (Thanks to you.) That look won’t burn me, no more. I even won’t melt.

Now I’m a smarter version of me. (Thanks to you.) You say you’re sorry but I know that you’re really not. 

Now I’m wiser. (Thanks to you.) I look where I’d jump, making sure I won’t be hurt, again. 

You lost your chance. Don’t feel sorry. Face it. You lost your chance. 

Day 6 :: 30 day letter challenge ::

A Stranger.

Hey stranger..

So, here we go. My mom doesn’t know that I’m writing a letter to you at this very moment, so please cooperate. She is at the kitchen making dinner. Don’t say that I’m writing a letter to you, okay? Just…don’t say a word. Because I remember, from some movies I watched, mothers always tell their kids not to talk to strangers. Mine never said that, but just in case, you know, she’s too busy that she forgets to tell… So, I don’t want to take the risk. 

Stranger o stranger..

Why are you so strange? Strange like a stain at a particular range. A stranger. A straight ranger? Just..Don’t be such an alien to me. Be nice. I’ll be nicer. Don’t be strange. Or I’ll be stranger. 

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