OneLine_Tales

She had the brightest eyes,

The sweetest of all smiles.

She tells the whitest of lies

But they brought her, her demise.

 They destroyed her mind

As lies and secrets unwind.

Her pride: maligned.

Her being: undermined.

 She changed and became bitter,

No love from her, not even laughter.

Her bright eyes and sweet smiles,

Were turned to hatred and despise.

 She is no longer the same,

And she hopes to stay that way...

Now she is afraid to trust again,

So she hides her pain, as long as she can.

 "I never mattered", she always says,

A sad smile etched on her face.

“I never mattered”, she says,

But I think she's hurt, just misplaced.

“I never mattered, so I will be dead.”

Those were the last words she said.

“You always mattered, to me.” I told her.

Dearest Kit,

This is for all the days we've forgotten and all the memories we've shared.

This is for all the smiles and laughter we've shared and that misunderstanding that we had.

This is a letter that I hope, with all the tears and smiles, reaches you—or not.

I smile as the thought of you entered my mind, rocking those jeans like nobody else. I am there too, wearing this unflattering outfit; a red t-shirt and sweatpants, perspiration dripping from my forehead as the both of us help our teammates finish this "Belen" (an inanimate depiction of the nativity scene). You would smile as you hear me sing softly, prompting me to sing louder but, with a mischievous grin, I'd ignore you.

We would have this silly fight, as you "accidentally" smudge a little paint on me, I'd pretend to be mad and we'd chase each other, trying to win this weird version of painting war. We'd laugh and annoy each other until the teachers scold us for being so childish, we will give each other meaningful looks , and with smiles on our faces, then without much chatter we'd both get back to work.

At night you and I, together with our teammates, would countdown from ten to light up the "Belen" to celebrate the nearing Christmas. I will look at it, marvel it and tell you how beautiful it is. Then I'll hear you say, "Yes, indeed, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

I would smile and turn, to look at you, only to see you eyeing me.

My heart would flutter to a thousand beats per minute.

I'll see your smile grow wider as you held up your phone to snap pictures of us shoulder to shoulder, our smiles, shining brighter than the lights twinkling around us in a blur.

In that moment, you would then, ask to walk me home and as we are walking, you happen to look at the night sky. You'd see a blanket of stars shining above us and say, "Hey isn't that Orion?" I would smile at how you remember my love of stars.

I would look up as you continue to name some of the stars, secretly chuckling as you got some of them wrong.

You'd then, stop talking and look at me seriously, "See that," you said pointing at Betelgeuse, one of the brightest of stars, "that right there, is our star. There comes a time when I won't be here by your side every day, so tell that star anything and everything you want, because through that star, I'd hear your thoughts, those wonderful thoughts of yours, as I hope you would hear mine." A smile making each word more beautiful than before formed at your lips as say these words.

I smiled back; thinking how could this day could have been more perfect, only to realize it'll be perfect because of you.

This is me, hoping we'd make that dream come true.

This is me hoping to see our stars together, even for just one more time.

Truly yours,