One-Shots
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Showing posts with label One-Shots. Show all posts

Dear Kate

Photo by Chang Duong on Unsplash
Dear Kate sticker by yours truly 

Context: I attended Roch Lazarte's relaunch for her book Matty's Mixtape for Moving On last Saturday (More on this event in a later blog post). Days before the event, she asked if people would be willing to read their letters to the Kates of their lives during the relaunch and I was lucky enough to be given a slot. This was the letter to my Kate that I read during the relaunch.
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Autumnal Equinox


My mom once told me that our lives and everything that happens on Earth are connected. I never really understood what she was trying to say. I mean, sure it's connected. We're people, people live on Earth, everything that happens on Earth is connected to the people living in it.

I think I understand her better now.
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Timeless


I was never one to write poems.

One, because I suck at it.

And two, because I have to google rhyming words every single time.

But here's me trying again.
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A Letter to the Boy on Stage



As you sing the last lines of the song everyone's heard on the television, radio, and all over the internet, hundreds and hundreds of girls scream your name - including me. You close your eyes and softly, so softly sing the last words. The crowd goes silent and I knew. I knew they were all falling in love with you all over again just like I was. You open your eyes and smile as you scan the stadium. I've seen that smile thousands of times on posters plastered around the walls of my room, on billboards I pass on the way to school, on social media websites I visit daily - that smile was so familiar. Yet at this exact moment there is something entirely different about it. I see the passion reflected in them. You were also falling in love. But not with me. You were falling in love with everyone and everything at that exact moment. You genuinely loved what you were doing; performing, regardless of everything that was happening outside of that stadium. Inside, your dreams were happening. And with that, the dreams of a million other girls are also being fulfilled.

I look at you and I see a boy with pure talent and so much passion. I see a boy who could change people's lives by just doing what they do best. I see a boy who is in love. I'm just a face in the crowd, barely visible from where you are. To you, I'm just one of the many - millions, even - of other girls. Little do you know that you mean more than the world to me. The impact you had on my life is unbelievable. It's weird though, isn't it? How millions and millions of girls all over the world cling to the hope that one day, you might see them as something beyond a fan, a girl who you deserve and could deserve you.


I'd like to cling on to that hope too, if you don't mind.

**
This is a bit crappy as I wrote this on the bus ride home when I was really tired, but inspired. There's a huuge possibility that I'll rewrite this someday and tweak a few things to make it better. But, yeah, here it is for now and I hope you liked it! =)
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I Wrote This For You

"'Cause I've got this friend who's crazy about you,
I've got this friend who can't be without you,
I've got this friend and I wish I could see
How this would end if you knew it was me."
- I've Got This Friend, 5 Seconds of Summer

I watch in the sidelines as you walk up to her. You nervously tousle your hair with your hand and take a deep breath, and then start talking to her and she flashes you a smile, I bet it's not as bright as you imagined it would be. I try to smile too, as if my moral support would radiate to you from where I was standing. I feel a tug in my chest as you talk more and she smiles more, but I keep watching. You ask one final question and she nods as an answer. I finally look away, but I didn't need to see to know that you're grinning in that goofy way that you do.

"Hey, she said yes!" You beam as you happily hold me by the shoulders at arms length and shake my soul out of my body.

I hold back the thoughts before they turned into words, and laugh instead. "Told you you could do it!"

"I can't believe I actually did! Thanks! God knows I love you!" You envelope me in a hug and I hug back weakly. Do you understand the effect you have on me? The effect of those words you tell me?

The moment you let go of me, I have second thoughts of telling you everything; from the butterflies to the drumrolls to the backflips my stomach makes, but reason tells me it won't do me any good. What I had with you wasn't a legit boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, but I wouldn't give anything to lose whatever it was that we shared.

"I'll see you later, okay? Ice cream, my treat. You deserve it!" You say as you begin to walk away and head to your next class. I smile as I watch you go; that way you walk, the way you swing your arm, the way you run your hand through your hair, the way you smile at everybody. You were so gorgeous in your own little way.

You congratulated me when I got over all my stupid exes, when I stopped looking at myself lower than everybody else, when I finally passed a Math exam. You always told me how great I was doing with life. How good I was at saving myself. You were wrong. It wasn't just me. It was you. You pushed me to believe I was better than what I deemed myself to be. But you also showed me how to have fun, how to just enjoy the life I'm living.

I bet you don't understand the joy I feel when I realize how close we've gotten. And I bet you don't see the sadness I feel when I realize this is the extent of what we could be. You were the sweetest sadness. The sole responsible for that bittersweet feeling.


I like you for all your positive qualities and your amazing personality, but I love you for all your defects and weirdness and inconsistency and everything that comes with being friends with you. But you can't see this. Maybe you never will.
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