#hidden letter

Warning, this will be vague, but also meant for interpretation. So be inspired 😊 Blaine is in his bedroom, very upset after an awful fight with someone. He throws a picture frame at the wall, shattering it. He discovers a letter that was hidden in the frame. It contains a huge secret by whoever wrote it, completely changing Blaine’s life forever.

Darling, I hope you don’t mind if I have already printed a blueprint of the future with you in it. Years from now, I can only envision you as the only man I’m going to be with. I want you to be the only one I’m going to settle with. Since then, I’ve always told my mom that I wanted to get married in the church. I hope you do too, because that would be a comical childhood dream come true.  I also hope that I get to choose the paint color of our home because I’d definitely pick pastel colors and mahogany floors. Yes, we’re going to have wood as floors; wear our socks and slide on it like the kids we were. I would love to cook you your breakfasts and surprise you every morning. You can have your green tea and I’ll have my coffee since I’m not really an avid fan of teas. We’ll build a mini library to cater our book collections and buy an oven to make some homemade cookies. We’ll watch movies and anime while munching a bag of potato chips or we can stay in bed while we cuddle the night away.  I will kiss you after our long day in work, I will kiss you in every room; in every way. To be enveloped inside your arms is enough to wash away the the worries from fighting in the war that is life. I can only picture a future with only you as my lover and best friend in it. Of course, of course we’re getting dogs. And maybe kids too. But I’m not going to let you give them weird names. A future with you is my favorite. I can be with you all night when my nightmares are creeping in the corner. I can kiss you all I want and have nothing to be anxious of. Stay. Stay, no matter how difficult it would be. I reckon that our pinky promise is an enough foundation of this blueprint. Stay with me because I don’t want anyone else but you. And I hope it is the same for you too.

This is the season that fills the whole place with intoxicated systems. As I struggle to keep a sober mind and a bottle of beer between my palms, my hands are dying to hold you instead. Maybe this is my fate. Maybe I am bound to write letters that will never reach you. Maybe you are destined to remain deaf whenever my heart calls out. If you only knew how much I wanted to dial your number and slap these words at you. If you only knew. My mind is my hurricane. Relentless. Unforgiving. The chilly weather only added to the storm and it left me wondering what it’s like to be held inside your arms; what it’s like to be suffocated inside your embrace. My thoughts are blanketed with questions if my fingers will ever perfectly fit between yours. Maybe I am just that in love with the idea that our interlocked fingers can easily warm my soul. I love you. And I know that I will regret this one day that I am silently loving you through these scribbled words. I will regret not holding you even once without any inhibitions. I will regret all the times that I couldn’t love you enough. I love you. And not even the strongest sting of alcohol can wash the regrets I will soon face.

I discovered a hidden letter,